“LURING BLUE-COLLAR MEN TO TINSELTOWN” by xumiaomaio

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									              LOVE WITHOUT A LEADING MAN

                         By

                Max Alexander Malloy




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FADE IN:
EXT. LOS ANGELES – A DETERIORATED HOUSE – NIGHT
On a sweltering, moonlit night, a lone dilapidated house
sits on a treeless street. Through an opened window, a
single, dim light is seen from without.
INT. In a dimly lit parlor, photos of seven young, smiling
actors sit upon a table. An empty rocking chair sits in
front of the photos; next to the chair, a bottle of bourbon
and an empty glass sits on a table.
                      EDITH CRANE (V.O.)
           (Angry raspy voice)
           Just look at you deceiving bastards,
           all of you! And look at me; I’m an
           aging film queen! Many moons ago, each
           of you dated me, screwed me and
           espoused the words “I do” at the altar!
           But in the end, some of you traded me
           in for young, frisky actresses, while
           others dumped me for some effeminate,
           baby-faced actor! Yeah! Your naïve fans
           believed you narcissistic creeps were
           sanctimonious, passionate lovers,
           wholesomely dedicated to your wives and
           lovers! Yeah! Your female fans
           foolishly swooned all over you as if
           you possessed no human frailties! But
           look at you cold hearted bastards, even
           today, you’re as cold and frigid as the
           icebergs of Antarctica; more confused
           than any deranged schizophrenic and
           certainly more brutal than any pugilist
           champion! Yes, I know, because each of
           you pummeled me with excruciating blows
           and later abandoned me! You’ve shrunk
           and whittled me down to this, a quart
           of bourbon per day! Look at me you
           Judases! Now, I have no one!
Off the parlor, a creaky door opens slowly. EDITH CRANE, an
elderly, frail, gray-haired lady, uses a walking cane and
hobbles sluggishly into the parlor. Edith limps across the
room and slide gingerly into the rocking chair. She glares
menacingly at the seven photos on the table.




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                   EDITH
         You damn bastards, why are you staring
         at me? I hate all of you! Get out of my
         fucking house!
Edith struggles to rise from the rocking chair. She manages
to scuffle free and wobble over to the photos. Edith raises
her cane and whacks each photo hard, sending shards of
glass flying across the floor.
Edith smiles while placing her cane on the table and slaps
her hands together. She grabs her cane, limps back to her
chair and sits down.
Edith pours herself a hefty shot of bourbon, takes a large
swig and emits a throaty laugh. She gently unwrap another
cigar, crumples the cellophane wrapper, lights and smoke
the stogie. Edith displays a broad grin as she stares
calmly out the window into the darkness.
                   EDITH (V.O.)
         When a broad such as I have dated,
         screwed and married the most handsome
         actors in Hollywood, then I am
         unquestionably qualified to divulge to
         the world that Hollywood Actors are the
         coldest men in the nation; they’re
         wealthy, spoiled, and violent. But even
         more unfortunately, even today, many
         actors are imbued with stages of
         narcissism, sexual impotency, and
         obscured gender identity! I hate them
         all! My former lovers ruined my stellar
         movie career and squashed my dream of
         ever realizing a blissful marriage.
         Now, how can I best warn young,
         upcoming starlets of the reckless and
         apathetic character of many Hollywood
         Actors, so they may avoid suffering the
         same romantic calamities that have
         acutely wounded me and other actresses?
         How can I alert them? Can I stop this
         Hollywood madness? Should I call upon
         them? Have they ever heard of me? Will
         they listen to an old witch like me? I
         wonder. I wonder. I wonder.




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EXT. SANDY BEACH – FRONT OF THE MALIBU BUNGALOWS – DAY
On a sweltering summer afternoon, police vehicles with
flashing lights are parked on the sandy beach. Curious
onlookers stand far back. A long strip of yellow tape
blocks off a small area – the crime scene.
Behind the tape, a body lies covered with a white sheet.
Several uniformed cops guard the crime scene as two
detectives and Chief of Detectives, MIKE SIMMONS, exit
their vehicle. Simmons, a stern, slim, balding man of 50;
speaks to the cops standing near the body.
                   CHIEF MIKE SIMMONS
         Good morning men; what you got?
                   1ST UNIFORM COP
         Hello Chief. I haven’t seen you around
         for a while. We have a dead girl.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Okay, thanks. I only surface when major
         crimes invade the rich community.
All cops chuckle.
                   1ST UNIFORM COP
         Well, chief, in this exclusive area,
         everybody is rich.
Chief Simmons bends down; pulls the sheet back as he and
two detectives examine the body. Chief Simmons pulls the
sheet back over the body and shakes his head.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Who was the first officer on the scene?
                   2ND UNIFORM COP
         I was, sir.
Chief Simmons looks at the responding older cop and
displays a surprised smile.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Oh, CARL SMITH, how are you?
         (Turns and addresses other cops)
         Fellows, Smitty is the best cop on
         Malibu Island, we came through the
         police academy together. Smitty, what
         information do you have for me?
Smittty reads from his memo book.


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                   POLICE OFFICER SMITTY
         Chief, I responded to a call regarding
         a woman down on the beach. I arrived
         and found the young lady’s body lying
         as you sees it here. My partner and I
         guarded the crime scene and questioned
         several local swimmers.
Chief Simmons acknowledges all of the uniformed cops with a
nod.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Good work, men, any witnesses?
Smitty points to a group of young onlookers.


                   POLICE OFFICER SMITTY
         Yes, sir, one. Over there, the young,
         Albino in the red shirt and blue shorts
         standing among the beachgoers.
Chief Simmons and two detectives walk over to the young
albino standing near a group of young beachgoers. Chief
Simmons greets the young, brash kid.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Hello, son. I’m Chief of Detectives
         Mike Simmons; let’s take a walk.
Chief Simmons and the other detectives escort the young,
hyper kid a short distant from the group and they stop to
talk.
                    CHIEF SIMMONS
          Young man, what’s your name?
                   YOUNG MAN
         (Smiling, cheerful)
         Oh, it’s Sam, Sam Turner, sir.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Okay, Mr. Turner, do you mind if I call
         you Sam?
                   SAM
         Sir, be my guest.
Chief Simmons pats Sam on his shoulder. Sam offers a broad
grin as he looks up at the chief and the two detectives.




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                  CHIEF SIMMONS
         Okay, fine, I like the name Sam; it has
         a certain ring to it, as in Sam Spade,
         the renowned detective.
Chief Simmons winks at the detectives and they all laugh.
                   SAM
         (Not smiling)
         Chief, I never heard of this Sam Spade.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Of course you haven’t. You’re too
         young. Okay, Sam, let’s get down to
         business. Sam, what did you see at the
         time of the incident on the beach?
                   SAM
         Well, I guess it was around noon when I
         finished swimming. As I walked along
         the beach, I heard a woman screaming.
         She was yelling for help.
Sam pauses and wipes his brow with a handkerchief.
                   1ST DETECTIVE
         (Impatiently)
         Yeah, Sam, go on.
                   SAM
         I turned around and I saw this young
         man punching a lady. She fell to the
         ground and suddenly she stopped
         screaming.
                   2ND DETECTIVE
         What happened next?
                   SAM
         The guy ran to a red sports car and
         sped off toward Malibu City. I was
         frightened, so I ran and hid myself
         behind a grove of trees.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Sam, so far you’ve been great. And now,
         the plot thickens. Now, can you
         identify that tall guy and the car?
Sam lights a cigarette, takes a quick puff, gazes up at
Chief Simmons and brandishes a confident smile.


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                   SAM
         Chief, I can do better than that; I
         know the man who attacked that young
         woman.
The anxious detectives smile broadly as the chief eases
closer to Sam and places his hand on Sam’s shoulder.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         What? That’s great! Who is the guy?
                    SAM
         It’s the guy who starred in that
         recently released army-combat movie.
         Tim Peters.
The detectives’ gratifying eyes meet the chief’s.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Sam, give one of the detectives your
         address and phone number; we’ll be in
         touch.
The detectives wander back to the crime scene where they
find medical examiner ED POST, 60, gray-haired, glasses,
baggy suit, examining the body.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Hello, Ed. What’s your preliminary
         finding? As you can see there’s not
         much blood on the sand.
Medical Examiner replies to the chief.
                   MEDICAL EXAMINER
         Chief, this beautiful, young woman died
         of acute internal injuries, knife
         punctures. Those punctures triggered
         massive internal hemorrhaging. I’m
         certain she drowned in her own blood.
Chief Simmons scratches his head; he looks puzzled.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         But Ed, our young witness claimed he
         saw a young man punching the woman.
Medical Examiner nods his head in agreement. He walks
silently about the crime scene, examines the sand near the
body and finally replies to the chief.



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                   MEDICAL EXAMINER
         Yes, Chief, I understand. But from a
         certain angle, it might appear a person
         is being punched when in reality, the
         person is being stabbed. We experience
         this all the time. By the way, chief, I
         found this photo I.D. in the pocket of
         the deceased.
Medical Examiner gives I.D. to the chief. He looks it over
and gives it to one of his detective colleagues.
                    CHIEF SIMMONS
         Ed, I know her; she’s the young
         actress, RITA SNOW.
         (To detectives)
         Yeah, fellows, I heard she was dating
         actor Tim Peters.
         (To Ed)
         Okay Ed, we got enough data; we’ll see
         you later.
         (To his colleagues)
         Boys, let’s pay Mr. Peters a visit.
Chief Simmons leads his detectives to their car. The
officers get in; the car drives away.
INT. LOS ANGELES – LAT TV NEWS STUDIO – NIGHT
LAT TV News Correspondent JANE ROSS, 35, sits at her news
desk before TV cameras presenting Hollywood Love Woes.
                   JANE ROSS
         Good evening. I’m LAT TV news reporter
         Jane Ross with your local news. Earlier
         today on picturesque Malibu Beach,
         police reported beautiful, blond
         actress, Rita Snow, 25, was found
         slain. Police detectives are seeking
         Rita’s boyfriend, famed actor, Tim
         Peters for questioning.
EXT. LOS ANGELES – TREE-LINED STREET - LARGE SWANKY HOUSE –
NIGHT
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
We see overturned chairs and tables. A pile of grimy pots
and pans sit cluttered upon the washing machines. A watery
substance spatters the floor.


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We hear loud angry shouts coming from another room.
                   AMY (O.S.)
         Chip, why are you so cruel?
                   CHIP (O.S.)
         It’s because I am sick of you, bitch!
                   AMY (O.S.)
         Then, why don’t you leave!
Amy runs into the kitchens closely followed by Chip.
Actor CHIP WATTS, 35, catches Amy about her arm, spins her
around and slaps her down to the floor. Actress AMY WATTS,
30 lies on the floor bleeding profusely. She tries to get
up and slips down on the slippery floor.
                   AMY
         Go on, Chip! Get the hell out of here,
         big man! Go and stay with that young
         tawdry actress with whom you’ve spent
         most of your nights, lately!
Amy finally rises slowly from the slippery floor, limps
over to the sink, wets a towel and presses it upon her
bleeding nose.
                   CHIP
         (Angry)
         Yeah! You fat whale, that’s exactly
         what I’m going to do! Look at you, Amy!
         You’ve abused your body! I want a young
         svelte woman! Who needs an
         embarrassing, obese wife?
Chip snatches his cap from atop the fridge and rushes
toward the door. Amy glares at him.
                    AMY
         (Yelling)
         Yeah, big lover, I’ll see you in court!
Chip stomps out and slams the door.
                   NEXT DAY
INT. LOS ANGELES – LAT TV NEWS STUDIO – DAY
TV News Correspondent BEN ROGERS, 40, sits at his news desk
before TV cameras presenting Hollywood Love Woes.



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                    BEN ROGERS
          Good morning. I’m LAT news
          correspondent Ben Rogers with Hollywood
          Love Woes. Last night, Hollywood was
          shocked to learn Malibu detectives
          arrested and charged Hollywood
          heartthrob actor, Tim Peters, with the
          brutal stabbing and murder of his
          actress girlfriend, Rita Snow. We’ve
          learned from reliable sources that
          their stormy relationship has been
          violent for quite sometime. Stay tuned
          to LAT for further details. This is Ben
          Rogers reporting.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD AND VINE – CORNER NEWSSTAND – MORNING
A group of stunned pedestrians loiter in front of a
newsstand gazing at various newspaper headlines: ACTRESS
SLAIN BY ACTOR; BEAST SLAYS BEAUTY; HOLLYWOOD MOURNS RITA;
A GRUESOME MURDER IN TINSELTOWN.
INT. LOS ANGELES – HOTEL DITMAR – NIGHT
In a 5th floor hotel suite, pregnant actress, FLORA MAYS,
28, is home alone. She curiously searches her actor
husband, KEITH’S, 32, suitcase.
She stumbles across a hypodermic needle wrapped in aluminum
foil. Perspiration breaks out across her forehead. Flora
becomes more curious and pokes around some more. This time
she discovers a glassine envelope containing a white
powder. While holding both the hypodermic needle and the
powder in her hands, Flora flops down hard into a chair and
begins to sob.
Flora hears the door opening; she looks up and sees Keith
entering. Seeing Flora sobbing, a frantic Keith dashes over
to Flora and kneels down next to her. Flora cringes.
                    KEITH
          (Excited)
          Honey, what’s wrong?
Flora gazes up at Keith with an evil scowl.
                    FLORA
          (Annoyed)
          Keith, are you asking me what’s wrong?



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Flora rises up from the chair, opens both hands and
displays the hypodermic needle and the aluminum foil of
white powder.
Keith takes one quick peep, rises up nervously and buries
his face into his hands; he walks away from Flora and
avoiding her piercing stare.
                    KEITH
         (Pleading)
         Honey, don’t get excited. I can
         explain.
Flora rushes over to Keith and jerks his hands away from
his face. She takes the syringe and the aluminum foil of
white powder and tosses it upon the floor, nears Keith’s
feet.
                    FLORA
         (Trembling, screaming)
         Listen Keith, before you attempt to
         suck me in, let me say this to you!
         Please do not attempt to insult my
         intelligent! I’ve baked enough bread to
         know baking flour and baking soda isn’t
         packaged in aluminum foil! In addition,
         I’ve been poked by enough physicians to
         recognize a hypodermic needle when I
         see one! Finally, Keith, your annual
         medical checkup revealed that you’re
         not diabetic. So, come on, Keith, let’s
         not give me the bullshit! What’s going
         on?
Keith flops down to the floor shaking his head from side to
side. He finally casts his eyes up at Flora and offers an
explanation.
                   KEITH
         Okay, Flora, I’ll admit I have a slight
         problem. I’ve been shooting-up heroin
         for a year. But its okay, I can handle
         it; I got a grip on it. It’s just that
         as an actor, at the studio, things have
         gotten so wacky. I just needed a little
         vigor to catapult me through my
         laborious hours. Darling, you’re an
         actress, so you know how demanding our
         profession can be.


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Floral sits down on the floor next to Keith and stares into
his eyes.
                   FLORAL
         (Wipes her moist eyes)
         Yeah, junkies, while you’re shooting-up
         are you sharing your needles with other
         misfits?
                   KEITH
         Flora, you called me a damn junkie; I’m
         no damn junkie! I sometimes need a
         little thrust to get through the day.
         Hell, I’m not like those inner city
         darkies in Harlem and Watts. I’m
         different because I’m under control.
         Yeah, I control the drugs; the drugs
         don’t control me.
Flora gets up and points her finger at Keith.
                   FLORA
         Well, Keith, I think you should check
         yourself into rehab. Because like all
         users, you’re in denial and I know
         that’s the indelible trademark of a
         hardened junkie. Meanwhile, I’m going
         to retire for the night, but tomorrow
         morning, I’ll see my doctor for a
         medical checkup; I’m afraid of all
         STD’S, especially “AIDS”.
Flora exits to the next room; Keith gets up and lies down
on the sofa.
INT. MALIBU SUPERIOR COURT – DAY
In Superior Court part 1A, Judge JOHN MARSHALL, 60, bald,
glasses, presides. The court is packed with spectators.
District Attorney PAUL WEST stands on the right. On the
left, handsome actor, defendant TIM PETERS, 25, stands
confidently next to his attorney, SAUL SOLOMON, 40, at his
arraignment in the murder of actress Rita Snow.
                   JUDGE MASHALL
         Good morning, D.A. West and Attorney
         Solomon. I will now entertain the
         arraignment of defendant; a Mr. Tim
         Peters charged with murder – first
         degree. Mr. Peters, how do you plea?


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                  DEFENDANT TIM PETERS
         (Confident smile)
         Your honor, I enter a plea of
         positively not guilty.
                  D.A. PAUL WEST
         (Sternly)
         Your Honor, the defendant is charged
         with murdering his actress girlfriend,
         Rita Snow. We have an airtight case,
         your Honor, in that we have a strong
         witness, irrefutable evidence and the
         defendant has made a confession.
         Finally, we ask that no bail be set for
         this defendant.
                  JUDGE MARSHALL
         Defense Attorney, Saul Solomon, I will
         hear you.
                 DEFENSE ATTORNEY SAUL SOLOMON
         (Affable smile)
         Yes, your Honor, and good morning. My
         client is an internationally well-known
         Hollywood star.
         (Turns and points toward Peters’ mother
         and sister sitting in the audience)
         (The mother and daughter smile)
         His mother and sister sit here in the
         audience. My client has never
         experienced any conflict with law
         enforcement officers or any judicial
         tribunal. So, your Honor, I feel this
         exemplary citizen should be released on
         his own recognizance.
Judge Marshall slowly reviews the court papers and finally
looks over his glasses and addresses attorney Solomon.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         Attorney Solomon, I acquiesce with your
         recommendation and the defendant shall
         remain incarcerated until he surrenders
         his passport; at that time, he will be
         released on his own recognizance.
We hear loud shrieks and mumbling emanating from the
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                SEVERAL WEEKS LATER
INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE – DAY
Floral nervously peruses a magazine in the waiting room of
her doctor’s office. Dr. HERBERT REID, a tall, bespectacled
man of 50, opens the door of his office and beckons for
Flora to enter. She places the magazine on a table, rises
nervously and enters the doctor’s office and sits at his
desk.
                   DOCTOR HERBERT REID
         Hello Flora. Try to be calm. I’m going
         to be direct and honest with you. I
         called you into my office because I
         found the results of your AIDS test to
         be disturbing.
Flora immediately begins to weep; she pulls out a tissue
and nervously wipes her eyes.
                   FLORA
         (Sobbing, noisily)
         Okay, Doctor Reid, give me the truth! I
         fear I’ve contracted a sexual disease
         from my husband. So, lay it on me, Doc!
Dr. Reid rises, walk slowly over to Flora and puts his hand
on her shoulder.
                   DR. REID
         Yes, Flora, the test confirms that you
         do have contracted the AIDS’ virus.
         Now, I want you to go immediately to
         Saint Raymond Hospital and see Dr.
         Richard Moses; he will take care of
         you; in fact, Flora, he’s the leading
         AIDS physician in the country.
Flora gets up and walks dejectedly to the door, escorted by
Dr. Reid. He embraces her; she turns and exits the office.
INT. A LARGE MALIBU MANSION – PARLOR - DAY
Tim Peters sits on a sofa in the parlor chatting with his
mother, ROSA, 55, and sister, ELLEN, 35.
                    TIM
         (Grinning)
         Mom and Sis, thanks for your moral
         support in court. I won’t let you down.


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                    ROSA
         (Takes Tim’s hand)
         Son, I am just elated Judge Marshall
         released you on your own recognizance.
         So, I want you to keep your chin up; be
         a man and fight your case with vigor.
                   ELLEN
         (Takes his other hand)
         My dear brother, stay strong, fight a
         good fight and I have all the resources
         for your legal defense.
Tears gather in Tim’s eyes. He stands up, bends over and
kisses his mother and sister on their cheeks. They stand
up; both embrace Tim mightily.
EXT. MALIBU BEACH – DAY
Actress MOLLY SHANE, 25, exuberant blond, slightly
overweight and her curvy, blond friend, actress GLORIA
GATES, 25, both wearing dark glasses, lounge in their
bikinis on the beach basking in the scorching sun.
Molly decides to lie down and doze for a moment.
Gloria sits and gazes into the water. Moments later, she
gazes at a playful couple frolicking at the edge of the
water. She thinks she recognizes the man as Bill Shane,
Molly’s actor husband; Gloria removes her dark glasses,
squint her eyes and takes a closer look. She nudges Molly.
                   GLORIA
         (Excited)
         Molly, get up! Get up!
Molly rises up in a panic. Gloria is still gazing at the
playful couple; she points at them.
                   MOLLY
         What’s the matter, Gloria?
Gloria leaps up and points at the couple in the water.
                   GLORIA
         (Excited)
         Look over there! Isn’t that your
         husband, Bill, kicking up his heels
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Molly leaps to her feet in a panic, removes her dark
glasses, squinting her eyes as she gazes at the playful
couple.
                   MOLLY
         (Pissed off)
         Yeah, Gloria, you’re damn right! That’s
         my husband with that hussy! Come on,
         Gloria we caught them red-handed. Let’s
         see what those bastards have to say!
Molly and Gloria toss their sunglasses to the sand and trot
over to her husband, Bill and his companion. Bill, 30, sees
Molly approaching and frightfully pushes his companion,
Rachel, 20, away.
                   BILL SHANE
         (To his female companion)
         Rachel, you better leave, my wife is
         approaching! Run away, fast!
Rachel trots away as Molly places her hand on her hips and
questions Bill. Gloria looks on.
                   MOLLY
         So Bill, you thought I was shooting a
         movie today, so you decided to go
         splashing with your mistress! And
         moreover, Bill, you told me you were
         filming today in Sacramento!
A deafening hush engulfs the moment; Bill stands speechless
as Gloria walks away to give the warring couple privacy.
                   MOLLY
         (Furious)
         Goddamn it, Bill, I’m waiting for an
         explanation!
Bill nervously rubs his hands together and finally blurts
out.
                    BILL
         (Rude)
         Okay, you me, so what? Yes, that’s my
         sweetheart, Rachel! I love her very
         much! In fact, after I divorce your
         nagging ass, I plan to marry Rachel!
Molly hurls herself closer to Bill and slaps his face. He
stares at her in disbelief.


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                   BILL
         What’s wrong with you, bitch! I’m six
         feet – three and you have the nerve to
         slap me, a towering man? What’s wrong
         with all of you dizzy actresses? You
         seem to always have the audacity to
         attack your husbands or male
         companions, but yet you fear and flee
         mercifully from street thugs! I wonder
         why? Well, bitch, I am going to give
         you what a street thug would you!
Bill unleashes a right cross to Molly’s face, which sends
her crashing face-first into the sand, bleeding profusely.
As Molly rolls over on her back screaming loudly, Gloria
screams noisily and dashes over to assist Molly. Bill walks
away casually without looking back.

INT. LAW OFFICE – DAY
Attorney Saul Solomon sits at his desk smoking a large
cigar; his feet are propped upon his desk as he talks on
the phone with his client, Tim Peters.
                   ATTORNEY SOLOMON
         Tim, just keep your nose clean. At your
         impending trial, I believe I have the
         judicial savvy to influence Judge
         Marshall and sway the Jury.
INT. RESTAURANT – DAY
Tim sits at a table speaking on his cell phone to Attorney
Solomon; a smiling blond sits next to him.
                   TIM
         I understand, Mr. Solomon, I want to
         clear my name and reputation; you know
         my movie career is at risk. Have a good
         day, Mr. Solomon.
Tim closes his cell phone, gives the blonde a confidant
grin; he leans over and kisses her lips.
EXT. MALIBU BEACH – FRONT OF A BUNGALOW – DAY
A young albino wearing a red shirt and blue shorts kneel
alone on the ground repairing his surfboard. Two bungalows
away, two rugged, nervous men, 40ish, sit in the front seat
of a car, watching the albino.


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                   DRIVER
         (Speaks to passenger)
         That’s him; that’s the albino.
The passenger scratches his head nervously and looks
curiously at the driver.
                   PASSENGER
         Are you sure that’s the right guy?
The driver glares at the passenger.
                     DRIVER
         (Shouts)
         What? Sure that’s him! How many damn
         albinos have you seen around Malibu
         Beach? Now go on and whack the kid!
The passenger slowly exits the car, pulls a gun from his
belt, and creeps up behind the albino.
                     PASSENGER
         Hey, kid!
The young albino is startled; he turns around quickly and
rises up, facing the gunman.
                   YOUNG ALBINO
         (Frightened and nervous)
         Yes, mister, what did do?
Driver points gun at the albino’s chest.
                   PASSENGER
         Nothing, kid, but it’s what you’re
         about to do. You’re slated to testify
         as a witness in Tim Peter’s murder
         trial, but I can’t let you do that. I’m
         sorry kid, but it’s over for you!
The albino turns and attempts to flee. The passenger fires
two shots, striking the albino in the back. He falls prone
onto the sand. The passenger races back and leaps into the
car, which speeds away from the scene.
EXT. POLICE VEHICLE – LATE AFTERNOON
Police officers Smitty and Reid are on patrol in their
vehicle along Malibu Beach. A police dispatcher gives an
assignment over the police radio. The officers are laughing
aloud when they’re interrupted by the radio dispatcher.



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                  POLICE DISPATCHER
         Units respond to the Malibu beach
         Bungalows. There’s a man lying down on
         the beach. The caller said he looked
         like he might be injured or dead.
A police vehicle with flashing lights pulls up in front of
the Bungalows. Police officers Smitty and Reid exit their
vehicle and dash over to a body lying face down on the
sand. Blood seeps from his shirt.
                   POLICE OFFICER REID
         Looks like that this poor young lad
         took two slugs in the back.
                   POLICE OFFICER SMITTY
         Yeah, let me check his pulse.
Police Officer Smitty kneels down and places two fingers on
the boy’s carotid artery.
                   POLICE OFFICE SMITTY
         Nothing here, I think he’s gone!
An ambulance with flashing lights pulls up; two female
paramedics leap out and hurry to the crime scene. One
paramedic checks the body’s pulse with a stethoscope. She
looks up sadly at the officers and shakes her head.
                      PARAMEDIC
         He’s gone!
Police Officer Smitty leans over and takes a closer view of
the body. He’s shocked and speaks to his partner.
                   POLICE OFFICER SMITTY
         Wait a minute! Hey Reid, I know this
         kid! This is Sam, the young albino! He
         is a witness in the actress Rita Snow
         murder case!
                    POLICE OFFICER REID
         Smitty, are you sure?
                    POLICE OFFICER SMITTY
         Damn right, he’s wearing the same red
         shirt and blue shorts. I better go and
         notify Chief Simmons; he’s handling the
         Rita Snow murder investigation.




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Police Officer Smitty goes to the car to notify Chief
Simmons; Police Officer Reid covers the body and erects
yellow tape around the crime scene.
A police vehicle pulls up to the crime scene. Chief Simmons
exits smoking a cigar; he walks over to the crime scene and
greets the officers.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Hello, guys. What do we have here?
                   POLICE OFFICER REID
         Chief, it seems this young albino lad
         took two slugs in the back.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Are there any witnesses?
                   POLICE OFFICER SMITTY
         No, but take a close at this body.
Chief Simmons leans over and inspects the body. The jittery
Chief jumps back from the body.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Damn it! This is my witness in the Tim
         Peters’ murder case; this is the albino
         kid, Sam Turner!
Police Officers Smitty and Reid shake their heads in
disgust.
                   POLICE OFFICER REID
         Chief, are you sure?
                    CHIEF SIMMONS
         (Confident)
         You bet I’m sure. Look, Smitty, he’s
         wearing the same red shirt and blue
         shorts. Besides, how many albinos have
         you seen frolicking on Malibu beach?
         This will adversely affect Tim Peters’
         trial.
INT. LOS ANGELES – BACKLOT RESTAURANT – NIGHT
Several actresses dine at a table. We hear the sound of
clashing dishes as waiters clear the dishes. Actress GRACE
GRAHAM, a stern woman, 35, wears a man’s tuxedo; her hair
is cropped in a short, mannish style. She gets up, stands
at the head of the table, and addresses the group.


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                  GRACE GRAHAM
         (Solemn)
         My sister actresses, it has been a
         long, delightful evening, so let me add
         a few, brief thoughtful words. You’re
         all Hollywood’s most admired actresses
         and I can’t help espousing my most
         nagging question and that is: why have
         we, as an industry, have failed to
         honor Edith Crane, our most eminent
         sister of the cinema? Therefore, if I’m
         in order, I strongly propose we soon
         honor Edith Crane. We must do it soon
         because as we all know, Edith lives
         alone and she’s in frail health.
All of the actresses nod their heads and raise their hands
to show support.
                   GRACE
         (Stern expression)
         Thanks, ladies, we shall honor Edith,
         soon, very soon. I’ll be in touch.
INT. MALIBU SUPERIOR COURT – DAY
Judge Marshall sits on the bench. The court is packed.
Defendant Tim Peters stands next to his Attorney, Saul
Solomon. D.A. West stands to their right. Judge Marshall
bangs his gavel.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         D. A. West the State of California
         versus defendant, Tim peters, charged
         with murder in the second degree are
         the people ready?
D.A. West becomes nervous. He pulls nervously at his jacket
lapel and looks around the courtroom.
                   D.A. WEST
         Your honor, the people are not ready
         and I’m sorry to announce our only
         witness to the murder of actress Rita
         Snow has himself been slain.
D.A. West glares at Chief Simmons sitting in the front row.
Chief Simmons confirms the news with a nod of his head. A
loud muttering emanates from the shocked spectators.



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                   D.A. WEST
         Your honor, the people have no other
         dependable evidence to bolster and
         substantiate the murder charge against
         this defendant.
                    JUDGE MARSHALL
         (Perturbed)
         Well, then, Mr. D.A., the court has no
         alternative but to…
Suddenly, the Judge is interrupted as he hears a loud
commotion in the rear of the courtroom. The spectators look
to the rear. An albino lad wearing a red shirt and blue
shorts is blocked by a court officer. The albino yells to
the judge.
                   YOUNG ALBINO
         Your honor, I’m sorry that I’m late,
         but I’ve just arrived from Chicago!
The lad attempts to walk toward the Judge; the court
officer throws up his hands and bars the lad from
proceeding.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         (Rising from his seat)
         Officers, what’s going on here? Who’s
         this young man?
The anxious young man strains peeps around the officers and
speaks to the judge.
                   YOUNG ALBINO
         Your honor, I’m Sam Turner, the witness
         in this murder case!
A loud murmur is heard from the spectators in the
courtroom. The confused Judge bangs the gavel three times.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         What? Son, I was told you had been
         murdered! Are you really Sam Turner?
The audience breaks out into a big laugh. Judge Marshall
bangs the gavel several times. The Judge looks lost and
confused; he looks around as if he’s seeking another judge
for assistance. Judge Marshals pulls a handkerchief out of
his pocket and mops his brow.




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                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         Now, Chief Simmons, if this witness is
         alive, who’s the young man who was
         slain on Malibu Beach yesterday?
A befuddled Chief Simmons rushes from his seat and stands
next to D.A. West and shrugs his shoulders.
Judge Marshall, D.A. West, Attorney Solomon and Chief
Simmons all stand with their mouths agape. The spellbound
spectators are also standing. Judge Marshall sighs
impatiently and bangs the gavel several times, hard.
                  JUDGE MARSHALL
         Order! Order! Order! Spectators, be
         seated! Spectators, be seated!
         Officers, bring that young man into my
         chambers! I’m going to get to the
         bottom of this quandary! I also want to
         see D.A. West, Attorney Solomon, and
         Chief of Detectives Simmons!
All of the subjects file into Judge Marshall’s chamber.
INT. JUDGE MARSHALL’S CHAMBERS – DAY
Judge Marshall sits behind his large mahogany desk. D.A.
West, Attorney Solomon, Chief Simmons and the young albino
sit in front of the Judge. Judge Marshall addresses Chief
Simmons.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         Now, Chief Simmons, regarding the young
         man’s body found on Malibu Beach
         yesterday, was he positively
         identified?
Chief Simmons looks sheepishly and stares at the floor.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Well, your honor, we tried
         unsuccessfully to locate members of the
         young man’s family. However, since the
         albino’s body was attired in similar
         clothing worn by my witness, Sam
         Turner, I took the liberty of
         identifying the remains as my homicide
         witness, Sam Turner.



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The young albino leaps up and weeps loudly; he shakes
violently. All eyes are cast upon him. A Court Officer
walks over and pats Sam’s shoulder.
                   YOUNG ALBINO
         (Hysterically)
         What! Your honor! Your honor! I just
         arrived from Chicago! Oh, my God! Your
         honor! I believe the remains could be
         that of my identical twin brother,
         Seth, Seth Turner! Seth lives on Malibu
         Beach with me and we’ve always dressed
         alike. Please, your honor, I must see
         the body!
Sam falls back into his chair, staring at the Judge.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         What! You’re a twin? Oh, my God!
Everyone in the room looks at each other with flabbergasted
expressions. Chief Simmons gets up walks over to the
albino, places his arms around his shoulder and comforts
him.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         (Regretful)
         Young man I am sorry, terribly sorry!
                   JUDGE MARESHALL
         Well, Chief Simmons, apparently your
         erroneous identification of the
         deceased and a failure to utilize the
         standard fingerprinting procedure,
         clearly represent a gross miscarriage
         of justice and perhaps this young man’s
         life remains in imminent danger.
All eyes focus on Chief Simmons; he looks up at the Judge
as his eyes swell with tears.
                   JUDGE MASHALL
         Chief Simmons, I strongly suggest you
         hurry over to the morgue and acquire an
         authentic identification of that body
         and take this young man with you. We
         really don’t know if he’s Sam Turner.
         The rest of you may return to the
         courtroom. I must try and explain this
         careless quandary to the spectators.


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Chief Simmons escorts the young albino out of a rear door;
the other litigants return to the courtroom.
After perusing court papers, Judge Marshall looks up and
nods to the Court officer, who leads the Judge into the
courtroom.
INT. COURTROOM – DAY
Judge Marshall addresses the court.
                    JUDGE MARSHALL
          To the spectators here assembled I must
          announce that due to the tardiness of
          the witness and the gravity of other
          extenuating circumstances, which I care
          not to mention at this time, this case
          is adjourned until further notice.
EXT. LOS ANGELES – STREET CORNER NEWSSTAND – DAY
Pedestrians stand in front of newsstand gazing at shocking
newspaper headlines: DEAD MAN IS ALIVE; MURDER WITNESS
SHOCKS THE COURT; CULPRIT KILLS THE WRONG MAN; WITNESS’
LIFE IS STILL IN DANGER.
EXT. LOS ANGELES COUNTY MORGUE – DAY
Chief Simmons and the young albino exchange grim looks as
they exit the morgue. The albino wipes his eyes as they
both enter the backseat of a police vehicle. Two detectives
sit in the front.
                    CHIEF SIMMONS
          Sam, you’ve now positively identified
          the remains as that of your brother
          Seth. But it’s imperative that I place
          you in protective custody. It’s best
          for your safety.
Sam turns and gives the chief a disapproving stare and
waves his hands wildly.
                    SAM
          What, protective custody? I have a
          surfing championship coming up soon and
          I must compete. After all, I am the top
          surfer on my team. Chief, my teammates
          are depending on me.




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                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Sam, let me be honest with you. Your
         brother’s killer or killers thought he
         was you. In other words, kid, you’re
         still the target. As the only witness
         in Tim Peter’s murder trial, your life
         will remain in grave danger until we
         apprehend your brother’s killer or
         killers. But don’t worry my experienced
         detectives will protect you.
Both detectives turn around and nod to Sam as the car
drives away.
EXT. LOS ANGELES SUPERIOT COURT – DAY
Actor Chip Watts exits court sporting a gloomy expression.
Ex-wife, Amy, follows closely behind; she sports a wide-
toothy smile and trots over to a group of jostling news
journalists all prepared with pads and pencils.
                   FIRST MALE JOURNALIST
         Amy Watts, now that you’re divorce, I
         assume we can now refer to you as ‘Ms,
         am I correct?
Amy’s expression turns into a sour scowl; she points to her
ex-husband, Chip, who’s getting into a car.
                   AMY
         (Hostile)
         No, you’re incorrect! Henceforth, you
         may refer to me simply as ‘Amy Ross’!
         And you see that worthless bastard
         entering that car? Well, he won’t have
         me to kick around any more!
Amy and the journalists gaze at the car as Chip drives
away.
                   FIRST FEMALE JOURNALIST
         (Anxiously)
         Amy Ross, now that you’re divorced,
         what are your plans now, I mean,
         regarding men?
Amy grins.
                   AMY
         Well, now that I’m free, I’ll be
         seeking a blue-collar lover.


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A burly journalist, nearly out of breath, pushes to the
front and poses a question.
                   SECOND MALE JOURNALIST (OBESE)
         But, Amy, you seem to suggest that
         you’re forever writing-off all
         Hollywood actors as future lovers.
Amy rolls her eyes disgustedly at the burly journalist for
a long spell; she points her finger at the burly journalist
and replies.
                    AMY
         (Smirking)
         Sir, you’re right, in fact, even you,
         as bloated as you are I would date you
         before dating another actor.
The burly journalist becomes incensed and inquires of Amy.
                   SECOND MALE JOURNALIST (OBESE)
         Amy, are you ridiculing me because of
         my hefty body?
All of the journalists break into a hearty laughter; even
Amy breaks into a grin.
                   AMY
         Oh, no, sir, I didn’t intend for my
         remarks to be offensive; I simply meant
         to imply that most Hollywood actors
         possess the following traits which are
         not conducive to a decent date or a
         wholesome marriage: abusiveness,
         extreme jealousy, sexual impotency,
         homosexuality and narcissism.
Suddenly thunder is heard as a heavy rain drenches the
crowd as a female journalist asks a rapid question.
                   SECOND FEMALE JOURNALIST
         But Amy, who would you consider an
         ideal lover in your future?
Amy holds her jacket up over her head and runs toward a
waiting car as the journalists scatter.
                    AMY
         (Yelling)
         Let’s say for starters, just send me a
         handsome, blue-collar lover. Goodbye.


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INT. OUR SAVIOR CATHOLIC CHURCH – DAY
In front of a packed church, a priest stands before two
opened caskets and concludes the funeral of Actor Keith
Mays and his Actress wife, Flora. On the front row, the
Mays’ two weeping daughters sit with their grieving
grandparents. An array of Hollywood friends files past the
caskets paying their last respect.
The priest concludes the service.
                    PRIEST
          Yes, we know Keith and Flora succumbed
          to Aids. But let us all use their
          painful demise to alert and teach
          others there’s another way to exist
          without the burden of sin. We can start
          by teaching the Mays’ children how to
          keep God’s commandment. Yes by keeping
          God’s commandments they can attain the
          maturity of three scores plus ten. Now
          may God bless the souls of the Mays
          family and may he bless you all. Amen.
Funeral directors close the caskets; the priest walks in
front of the casket, followed by family members.

EXT. TWO HEARSES PARKED OUTSIDE OF CHURCH - DAY
Pallbearers and funeral directors place both caskets into
two hearses. Family members enter black limos. The two
hearses and limos drive away; we hear church bells tolling.
EXT. LOS ANGELES SUPERIOR COURT – MORNING
Actor Bill Shane exits the court smiling gleefully. Gloomy
ex-wife, Molly, trails closely behind. Bill walks away from
the court, ignoring the horde of pesky journalists. Molly
walks slowly up to a bank of microphones and speaks to the
noisy journalists.
                    MOLLY
          I have a brief statement and then I
          must leave. Yes, I boldly entered into
          the typical, glamorous Hollywood
          marriage. And yes, I thought, as an
          alluring superstar, I possessed all the
          personal magnetism needed to tame any
          handsome actor and keep him loyal to
          his sacred vowels.


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                   MOLLY (cont’d)
          Boy, was I ever naïve and dead wrong.
          This was my second failed marriage and
          I can honestly promise my next nuptial
          ceremony will be void of any so-called
          Hollywood stud. And finally, people of
          the media, henceforth, you may address
          me as Ms. Molly Bellamy. Good day.
Molly jumps into a waiting limo and drives away. The noisy
pack of paparazzi armed with jangling cameras, chase behind
the limo screaming Molly’s name.


EXT. BURBANK CALIFORNIA – BEEHIVE MOTEL – NIGHT
A police vehicle pulls up behind the motel. Detectives JOHN
MOSS, 30, and RANDY PHIPPS, 30, exit. Sam Turner, in
protective custody, exits from the rear. Both detectives
escort Sam into the motel - cabin 315.
INT. CABIN 315 – NIGHT
Detectives explain safeguard procedures to Sam, who sits on
the bed staring gloomily at the floor. Detective Moss
lights up a cigarette, walks over to Sam and places his
hand on his shoulder.
                    DET. MOSS
          Okay, Sam, you’re safe here. There’s a
          refrigerator full of food and a
          microwave. The TV gets all channels.
A depressed Sam nods his head and continues staring at the
floor. Detective Phipps opens the refrigerator, grabs a
soda and gulps it down.
                    DET. PHIPPS
          Sam, there’s only one way in and out of
          here and we’ll be outside. If you need
          anything, just crack the door and yell.
Both detectives exit.
INT. MALIBU POLICE DEPARTMENT – NIGHT
Chief Simmons sits at his desk smoking a cigar; his feet
are propped upon the desk. He uses the police radio to call
the detectives guarding witness, Sam Turner.




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                    CHIEF SIMMONS
          This is Chief of Detectives calling
          unit David.
EXT. BURBANK CALIFORNIA – FRONT OF BEEHIVE MOTEL – NIGHT
INT. Detective Phipps sitting in the police vehicle with
his partner picks up the police radio and responds.
                    DET. PHIPPS
          Unit David here, go ahead Chief.
INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT –NIGHT
Chief Simmons speaks.
                    CHIEF SIMMONS
          Hey, Detective Phipps, how’s our prime
          witness fairing?
INT. POLICE VEHICLE - NIGHT
Detective Phipps responds.
                    DET. PHIPPS
          Chief, he’s doing fine; we checked on
          him a few minutes ago.
INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - NIGHT
The Chief takes a deep puff on his cigar and laughs aloud.
                    CHIEF SIMMONS
          Okay boys, you’re both doing a
          marvelous job. Keep up the good work.
          We can’t use his corpse in court: take
          care – ten four.
INT. POLICE VEHICLE – NIGHT
Detective Phipps laughs aloud and speaks to his partner,
Detective Moss.
                    DET. PHIPPS
          The old man is worried about his prime
          and only witness.
                    DET. MOSS
          (Confident smile)
          Oh yeah? Why should he worry? He knows
          you and I are the best in the squad and
          he knows we’ve never lost a witness or
          a prisoner.


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Suddenly we hear booming thunder; we see lighting flashing
as a heavy downpour drenches the motel area.
                   DET. MOSS
         Phipps, I can’t see turn on the wipes.
Phipps turns on the wipers. The detectives can only see
nearby parked cars in the lot. After a short stint the
storm ceases.
                   DET. PHIPPS
         (Taps his partner’s shoulder)
         Hey buddy, let’s check on Mr. Turner.
Both detectives exit the vehicle and stretch themselves.
Phipps twists the doorknob and enters the motel room,
closely followed by detective Moss.
INT. MOTEL – CABIN 315 – NIGHT
The room is dark; the TV is off. A sudden fright governs
both Detectives’ faces. Detective Phipps quickly cuts on
the lights. Detective Phipps glances in the corner. He sees
Sam dangling from a ceiling pipe; a belt is knotted around
his neck.
                    DET. PHIPPS
         (Panicky)
         Oh, my God! Come on, Moss, the poor guy
         has hanged himself!
Detective Phipps dashes over to Sam followed by Detective
Moss. Detective Moss reaches into his pocket, pulls out a
knife, reaches up and cuts the belt. Phipps hastily grabs
Sam’s limp body and gently lowers it onto the floor. Moss
feverishly attempts CPR as Phipps checks Sam’s pulse.
                   DET. MOSS
         (Frantic)
         Phipps, call for help!
Moss and Phipps exchange glances. Phipps grabs the police
radio and calls central.
                   DET. PHIPPS
         (Frantic)
         Central, this is unit David at the
         Beehive Motel! Get an ambulance over
         here right away, cabin 315! We have a
         man down; he doesn’t seem to have a
         pulse! Also, notify Chief Simmons!


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EXT. FRONT OF BEEHIVE MOTEL – NIGHT
Two ambulances and several police vehicles with flashing
lights pull up in front of cabin 315. Two Female paramedics
carrying medical gear and several police officers rush into
the room, closely followed by an angry Chief Simmons.
INT. CABIN 315 – NIGHT
The paramedics bend over and attend to Sam. Chief Simmons
stands in a corner staring disgustedly at Detectives Phipps
and Moss; he finally beckons for them to join him outside.
EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT
Standing in the parking lot, Chief Simmons lights a cigar,
turns his back on the detectives momentarily then turns
back around filled with even more anger. The detectives
shake nervously while avoiding the chief’s menacing eyes.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Damn it, I don’t give a damn which one
         of you speaks first, but I want to know
         what in the hell happened in there!
A grim-faced female paramedic peeps out the door.
                   FEMALE PARAMEDIC
         Hey, Chief, the young man has expired!
Without taking his eyes off his two detectives, the chief
responds to the paramedic.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Thank you. Now, fellows, I’m waiting!
Detective Moss rubs his hands together nervously.
                   DET. MOSS
         Sir, we sat in the car for a while
         assuming Sam would be all right!
Detective Phipps looks away from the chief but nods his
head in support of Detective Moss’ remarks.
                   DET. PHIPPS
         Yeah, chief, the ingress and egress are
         the same and we had it covered.
                   DET. MOSS
         Yeah, chief, we had no reason to
         believe Sam would harm himself.


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Chief Simmons tosses his cigar to the ground, grabs each
detective by the collar and yells at them.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Hell, you weren’t assigned to guard the
         witness outside in the car! No, you
         were ordered to guard the witness,
         inside the motel cabin, room three-
         fifteen, and you failed to do that! You
         both shirked your duties! Therefore,
         get the hell out of my face! You’re
         both busted back to uniformed police
         officers! Report to the precinct, now!
         Go on! Get the hell out of my face!
INT. MALIBU SUPERIOR COURT – MORNING
Judge Marshall sits on the bench before a crowed courtroom.
District Attorney West, Attorney Saul Solomon and defendant
Tim Peters stand before the judge. A stern-faced Chief
Simmons sits in the front row.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         D.A. West, regarding the case of the
         people of California versus defendant,
         Tim Peters, charged with murder in the
         second degree, what’s the peoples’
         position?
A loud murmur circulates throughout the courtroom. Judge
Marshall glares at the spectators. A teary-eyed Chief
Simmons rises and leaves the court as the spectators stare
at the retreating chief. Judge Marshall rises and pounds
the gavel.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         Order! Order! Order in the court!
Order is restored in the court.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL (CONT.)
         D. A. West, you may proceed with your
         remarks.
A solemn D.A. West bows his head while fumbling nervously
with several affidavits lying on the table. Finally he
sighs deeply, raises his head and stares at the Judge. The
court becomes deafening silent as D.A. clears his throat
and commences his remarks.



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                    D.A. WEST
         Your honor, with great reluctance and a
         heavy heart, I sadly announce to the
         court that our only witness in this
         case, Mr. Sam Turner has expired. So
         Your honor, in the interest of just, I
         move that the charge of second degree
         murder against defendant Tim peters be
         dismissed.
A loud muttering is heard among the spectators.
                   JUDGE MARSHALL
         (Peering over his glasses)
         Well Mr. D.A., based upon the people’s
         assertion and the dismissal affidavit
         you have filed with the court, the
         court has no option but to grant a
         dismissal in this case. It’s so order!
Judge Marshall bangs the gavel.
Defendant Peters breaks into a big grin reaches over and
hugs Attorney Solomon. Peters dashes into the audience and
embraces his elated mother and sister.
The two assassins of the albino, Seth Turner, stand in the
rear of court. Their eyes meet Peters’, who give them a
wink and a smile.
INT. LOS ANGELES – LAT TV NEWS STUDIO - DAY
Reporter Ben Rogers sits at his news desk before TV cameras
preparing to deliver the local news.
                   BEN ROGERS
         Good afternoon. I’m Ben Rogers bringing
         you a special report from the dark side
         of Hollywood Love Woes. We have
         compiled a dreadful amalgamation of
         romance and nuptial disasters all
         emanating from the usually hidden, dark
         side of Tinseltown. This report has to
         do with the recent rash of infidelity
         and violence attributed to Hollywood
         actors committed against their female
         companions. Of course, this segment is
         appropriately entitled: “Should
         Hollywood actresses marry Hollywood
         actors?”


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                    BEN ROGERS (cont’d)
         As you may recall, not too long ago at
         Malibu Beach, Actor Tim Peters was
         charged with the heinous murder of his
         actress girlfriend, Rita Snow. After
         the only witness to the murder
         committed suicide, the murder charge
         was dismissed against Peters. Later,
         actor Chip Watts violently attacked his
         actress wife, Amy, after she discovered
         he had a younger actress in his life.
         Amy later divorced Chip. Sometime
         later, we discovered that actress Flora
         Mays searched her actor husband Keith
         Mays’ suitcase and discovered his
         hidden drugs and drug paraphernalia.
         Keith later confessed that he was a
         junkie. A furious Flora later went for
         an AIDS test. The test proved to be
         positive. Now, both Flora and Keith
         have succumbed to AIDS. We’ve learned
         an all-female actress group was
         recently organized in Los Angeles. One
         of their premier goals is to put a stop
         to the rash epidemic of excessive
         violence against actresses in
         Tinseltown. This is Ben Rogers
         reporting from Hollywood Love Woes.
         We’ll have more on Love Woes in
         Hollywood later tonight. Good
         afternoon.
EXT. SURFWATER CAFÉ – AFTERNOON – AFTERNOON
At an outdoor café the sun glows brightly as a refreshing
breeze blows from the noisy ocean. Actor Bill Shane basks
in a happy mood while sitting at a table dining with
director TEDDY GRAVES, 60. The men are approached by
comedian GARY PORTER, 40.
                   GARY PORTER
         Hey, look at my favorite actor and my
         favorite director. May I join you
         illustrious celebrities?
Bill and Teddy look up and extend their hands to Gary, who
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                   TEDDY
         Hey Gary, my favorite comedian; please
         have a seat.
Gary taps Bill and Teddy on their shoulders and sits down.
A waiter comes over to Gary.
                   GARY
         (To waiter)
         I’ll have a Budweiser.
The waiter leaves.
                   BILL
         (Smiling)
         Hello, Gary! How’re things going? By
         the way, I caught your TV special last
         week.
                   GARY
         (Beaming)
         Did you really? How did you like it?
                   BILL
         Oh, it was great, especially the
         hilarious skit about Hollywood’s failed
         romances and marriages.
                   TEDDY
         I also caught your special and it was
         the most humorous comedy I’ve ever
         seen.
Gary stands up briefly and playfully bows to his friends.
                   GARY
         Thanks guys it’s most appreciated. By
         the way, Bill, I read about your
         misfortunes in the marital arena.
Bill breaks into a big laugh.
                   BILL
         Oh yeah, that was then but look at me
         now. Those painful days are history. I
         swear to both of you I’ll never marry
         another alimony-hungry bitch. They’ve
         got more financial greed than the IRS.
Teddy raises his eyebrows and winks at Gary.



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                   TEDDY
         Don’t believe him, Gary, stay tuned.
Teddy playfully places his hand behind his ear.
                   TEDDY
         Listen! Hey Gary, can’t you hear the
         wedding bells ringing wildly? I hear
         them.
Gary laughs loudly.
                    GARY
         You know, Teddy, your prognostication
         has a certain ring of truth to it.
         Yeah, lover boy Bill can’t resist the
         matrimonial urge of a young, beautiful
         Hollywood starlet.
                    TEDDY
         How about that? Yeah, Bill, how many
         young beautiful actresses are you
         deceiving now?
The waiter sits a bud on the table; Bill takes a deep swig
and responds to Teddy’s question.
                   BILL
         Now hold up fellows. Just hold up.
Teddy and Gary sip their beer. Silence builds as Teddy and
Gary cross their arms while waiting patiently for Bill to
reply. Bill opens his mouth to reply but grabs his crotch
and dash toward the men’s room.
Later, Bill returns to the table but remains standing.
However, Teddy and Gary still sit with their arm crossed,
waiting for Bill to reply to Teddy’s question.
                   BILL
         (Bragging, smiling)
         Okay, Teddy, let me answer your
         question. My philosophy is this, all of
         these naïve actresses are in this
         business for the taking. If I don’t
         accommodate them, then other Romeos
         will capture their love. So, I say, why
         can’t a handsome stud such as myself,
         savor their lovingness? But if you guys
         refuse to partake in the love-fest,
         then, there’re more babes for me.


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Bill laughs heartily, and walks away along the sandy beach.
He turns and waves to his friends.
                   TEDDY
         (Seriously)
         You, know Gary, I truly believe Bill is
         a misogynist.
Gary stands up and looks down at Teddy.
                    GARY
         (Seriously)
         Yeah, Teddy, I agree. It’s the wild,
         temperamental, and unfaithful actors
         such as Bill Shane and Chip Watts who
         will eventually chase our lovely
         actresses straight into the brawny arms
         of our competitors, blue-collar men.
Teddy rises and shakes Gary’s hand.
                   TEDDY
         Gary, I have to leave now, but in the
         near future, I must have a serious chat
         with both Chip and Bill about their
         mean-spirited behavior toward women.
Both men rise from the table and depart in separate
directions.
INT. MALIBU - BACKLOT RESTAURANT – NIGHT
In the rear of the large, swanky restaurant several tables
are decorated with colorful flowers. A jazz trio plays soft
music. At a table up front, actress Grace Graham dines with
several actresses and the honoree, actress Edith Crane.
Several actresses dine at other tables.
The drummer plays a drum roll.
A deafening hush engulfs the restaurant as Grace rises to
speak to the group. She stands before a microphone and
addresses her sister actresses as they rise and give a
loud, boisterous welcome and sit down.
                   GRACE GRAHAM
         (Smiling)
         Good evening, sisters of the cinema I
         thank you very much for responding in
         appreciative numbers.



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                  GRACE GRAHAM (cont’d)
         Yes, we’re here to honor and pay homage
         to a woman, an actress, a trailblazer
         who tirelessly cleared the briar
         patches of sexism, scraped the rustic
         roads of bravado and finally paved the
         winding highway of feminine prosperity
         on screen, on stage, behind the camera
         and in the ivory towers of movie
         production companies. Yes, her
         craftiness and lofty intelligence have
         launched us all into a towering orbit
         of Hollywood fame and fortune. No, we
         haven’t seen much of our dear sister
         lately. But tonight, we have her with
         us all aglow in spirit. So, without
         further ado rise my sisters and assist
         me in paying tribute to our Hollywood
         matriarch, a woman, an actress, who
         will forever loom as our leading lady.
         I give you an illustrious actress, Ms.
         Edith Crane.
Edith rises slowly leaning on a walking cane. Grace grabs
her arm and assists her to the microphone, as the actresses
all stand applauding with a thunderous ovation. Edith waves
heartily; her weak eyes slowly scan the cheering throng.
Many of the actresses’ eyes swell with tears. Edith becomes
so overwhelmed with joy she casts her cane aside. Finally
Edith signals her sisters to sit down.
                   EDITH CRANE
         (Weak, raspy voice)
         My sisters in this business,
         professionally known as the movie
         industry, I sincerely thank you for
         coming to pay homage to me and the
         efforts I’ve made to tilt the playing
         field into an arena, where we actresses
         can now prosper from movie scripts of
         flowing text meticulously inscribed
         upon paper, which now lead us to the
         ivory towers where Producer and 20th
         Central Fox founder Darryl Francis
         Zanuck once sat. Many of you acclaimed
         actresses have won Oscars and other
         prestigious awards.



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                    EDITH CRANE (cont’d)
         But I want to touch on an area where we
         all share the blame of total neglect:
         the increasing number of failed
         relationships and marriages. Yes, as
         you’ve advanced and prospered in our
         craft, off camera, you must also
         trigger your desires and fortitude to
         flourish in your romantic unions with
         your mates. But on a more horrifying
         level, I’m saddened thinking of the
         recent, heinous murder of actress Rita
         Snow by her merciless boyfriend, Actor,
         Tim Peters. I’m also thinking the nasty
         divorces of Amy and Chip Watts also
         Molly and Bill Shane. However, one of
         the most distressing failed Hollywood
         marriages was that of Flora and Keith
         Mays, whereas Keith, a drug user,
         infected Flora with the deadly disease,
         AIDS. Sadly they both later succumbed
         to that dreaded disease. Unfortunately,
         ladies, violence in Hollywood
         relationships and marriages has reached
         epidemic proportion. Regarding all of
         the broken marriages recently reported
         by the news media, for the most part,
         brutal actors are the vile villains and
         you frail actresses are the helpless
         victims. Sisters, I’ve been married to
         seven actor-husbands and they were all
         egotistical brutes.
Edith begins to weep; all actresses in the audience wipe
tears from their eyes.
                   EDITH CRANE (CONT.)
         Many of you sitting there trying to
         appear unscathed are actually
         subsisting in a fantasy land and the
         public is not fooled. But I beg of you
         to seize your dignity, reclaim your
         womanhood from the monstrous clutches
         of your womanizing Tinseltown mates.
         Wake up, unite, and be strong in
         formulating an all-woman’s organization
         that will reclaim your wholeness.



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                    EDITH CRANE (cont’d)
         Then you’ll astonish the world as you
         promote your social independence, while
         excelling in the art which you’ve
         strived so laboriously to master. In
         closing, ladies, I’m really advocating
         all of you actresses to wrap yourselves
         within a private commune of independent
         security. I’m stressing the creation of
         a compound, a matriarchal society,
         whereas actresses can select their
         chosen destiny without the perpetual
         onslaught and fear of brutal,
         egotistical actors. Finally, you queens
         of the silver screen, I won’t be here
         to see your matriarchal compound
         created, but from a remote distance on
         high, I will be cheering and singing
         your praises. So, my sisters, I say,
         let’s forgo those pretty-face actors
         who’ve smitten you with their rudeness
         and narcissism. Thus, you should begin
         a necessary rebirth and open wide your
         doors for the reception and acceptance
         of the blue-collar lover. Now, ladies
         of the cinema, are you going to ignore
         the heartfelt counsel of this old broad
         and remain victims to those malicious,
         narcissistic patriarchs of the cinema?
         I wonder. I wonder. I wonder. Thank you
         very much.
Grace rises and assists Edith back to her seat. The
actresses rise from their seats with tears flowing down
their faces, and extend a thundering ovation to the woman
they all admire.
                   TWO MONTHS LATER
EXT. SAN FERNANDO VALLEY – LARGE ABANDONED ARMY BASE – DAY
In the midst of a sprawling grassy knoll sits a large,
abandoned, army headquarters’ building badly in need of
restoration. In the same vicinity lies a plethora of
unpainted barracks and a mess hall. Scattered patches of
dead trees and withered flowers surrounding the area.
Alongside the barracks a few dilapidated, army jeeps and
tanks were left to rust.



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INT. ABANDONED ARMY HEADQUARTERS – DAY
Inside the shambled, dusty headquarters, actress Grace
Graham and four actresses wipe off dusty chairs and a long
table. A large photo of the late actress, Edith Crane, sits
atop the table. Grace and her entourage sit at the table.
Around the headquarters, a plethora of actresses use rags
to dust off the chairs and tables before they take their
seats. Later, Grace stands up and calls the session to
order.
                    GRACE GRAHAM
         (Clears her throat)
         Good morning my sister actresses. As
         most of you know my name is Grace
         Graham and I want to thank you for
         coming and enrolling in Hollywood’s
         first matriarchal sanctuary for
         actresses. I sincerely thank you for
         electing me as your first president.
         Yes, thanks to the suggestion and
         advocacy of our legendary actress,
         Edith Shane, we as thriving actresses
         now have a sacred retreat quite remote
         from the convenient haunts of our
         narcissistic, actor lovers. So ladies,
         as you know last week we lost our
         legend, Edith Crane. Please bow your
         heads for a moment of silent prayer.
All of the actresses bow their heads.
                   GRACE
         I say, may God have mercy on her soul.
         Amen.
                   ACTRESSES
         Amen.
                   GRACE
         Now, let me introduce my board members;
         as I announce your names, please stand;
         Molly Bellamy, Amy Ross, Gwen Ames,
         Cathy Wright, Agnes Foxx, and Gloria
         Gates.
All of the standing board members smile broadly and wave to
their applauding sister actresses. Grace nods to the
actresses and they resume their seats.



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                   GRACE
         Our commune or sanctuary will be named
         “The Edith Crane Village”, in honor of
         our late, great, legendary actress.
         Sisters, when you return to assume your
         residency at Edith Crane Village, you
         won’t recognize this dump. Some of the
         village amenities will consist of
         large-living quarters, maid service,
         nurseries, parks, swimming pools,
         theaters, post office, supermarkets,
         restaurants, a church, a galleria and
         many other amenities to address and
         accommodate your posh lifestyles.
         Remember ladies, as the late Edith
         Crane advocated and I agree, we will
         adopt a stringent policy of allowing
         only men of the blue-collar persuasion
         onto these premises; under no
         circumstances will actors be allowed to
         enter. So ends this session.
The actresses gather around Grace and chat.
INT. MOTION PICTURES ASSOCIATION – DAY
In a swanky boardroom, president, PAUL LAMB, a stern gray-
haired 60-year-old man, an executive, sits at the head of a
long mahogany table. His five, nattily attired, board
members sit chatting on both sides of the table.
                   PAUL LAMB
         (Sternly)
         Okay men, listen up. Thanks for coming.
         I called this urgent session because it
         seems some production companies are
         suddenly experiencing defiant behavior
         from their leading actresses. Maybe we
         can discuss and discover the causes of
         our actress’s sudden disruptive
         behavior.
CARL ABRAMS, a balding executive of 50, speaks as his
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                  CARL ABRAMS
         (Cordially)
         Well, Paul, I guess most of you’ve
         heard that a lesbian, actress Grace
         Graham, has successfully brainwashed a
         large flock of our leading actresses
         and has influenced them to refrain from
         romantically mingling with their male
         counterparts off screen. Personally, I
         think the actresses are frightened.
JOHN CLARK, a blonde-haired, executive of 55, stomps his
feet in protest and sits down.
                    JOHN CLARK
         (Angrily)
         What in the hell is going on? Men, who
         set the required decorum in this movie
         industry, us or a damned lesbian?
The moguls mumble their shared dissatisfaction. Paul bangs
twice on the table. The moguls cease talking and turn to
Paul.
                   PAUL
         (Impatiently)
         Carl, let’s continue because we don’t
         have much time. You know some of your
         brothers also want to make some
         remarks.
                   CARL
         (Speaking slowly)
         It seems Grace plans to renovate an
         old, abandoned army base in the San
         Fernando Valley. I understand the base
         will be named the Edith Crane Village,
         after the legendary actress. Thus, the
         village will be a commune set aside for
         only leading actresses. The village
         will have an assortment of amenities
         such as nurseries, supermarkets,
         restaurants, churches, a post office,
         and other amenities for the ladies’
         pleasures.
BEN WISE, an executive of 50, rises and speaks bluntly to
Carl.



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                    BEN WISE
         (Stuttering)
         Well, man, get on with it! Is there
         anything else?
                    CARL (CONT.)
         (Roll his eyes at Ben Wise)
         Finally and here’s the clincher, after
         the actresses are settled in their new
         abode, this women-controlled village
         will be off limits to all actors and
         only blue-collar men will be admitted.
         That’s all I have to report.
FRANK TURNER, an executive, 55, shakes his head in protest.
                   FRANK TURNER
         (Grimacing)
         I can’t believe this garbage! Carl, are
         you implying this will be a lavish
         residential compound for only leading
         ladies of the silver screen? I can’t
         believe it!
Paul stands up and addresses the moguls.
                   PAUL
         Well, Frank, and the rest of you
         skeptics, you better believe it,
         because within one year, Edith Crane
         Village will be a reality and as
         producers of this Motion Picture
         Association, we must soften the impact
         of this imminent renaissance.
Paul sits down. PETER LEVY, 82, speaks.
                    PETER LEVY
         (Frowning)
         Paul, I’m the oldest member of this
         clan. I dare say we should stand pat
         and refuse to ink contracts with any
         actress who resides at that Lesbian’s
         future compound.
Several producers wear disenchanted scowls on their faces.
Paul offers his last sentiment. Paul looks around and wipes
his brow.




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                    PAUL
         (Apologetically)
         Well, Peter, with all due respect,
         regarding the lesbian, Grace Graham and
         her matriarchal compound, we don’t want
         the world to label us as a platoon of
         xenophobic producers. This is a new era
         and I say we’ll placate Ms. Graham and
         all of her actress tenants. We’ll
         provide daily transportation to and
         from their shooting locales.
         (Looking around the table)
         Well now, what’s this? I see some
         hostile faces around the table. So,
         let’s vote on this contentious issue.
         Those agreeing with my suggestion
         please stand.
As Paul looks around, three producers stand then resume
their seats.
                   PAUL
         Okay, now all of those opposed.
Peter Levy and Frank Turner rise in opposition and sit
down.
                    PAUL
         Thanks men. This means at the opening
         of Edith Crane Village, we’ll offer our
         wholehearted support. We’re now
         adjourned.
As most of the producers walk over and chat with Paul,
Frank Turner and Peter Levy glower in disapproval and stomp
out of the boardroom, mumbling in anger.
                    ONE YEAR LATER
INT. LAT TV NEWS STUDIO – DAY
TV news correspondent Liz Collins sits at her news desk
before taping the news.
                   LIZ COLLINS
         Good evening. I’m LAT TV news
         Correspondent Liz Collins reporting.
         Well, tomorrow is an historic day for
         Hollywood and many of its most renowned
         leading ladies.


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                  LIZ COLLINS (cont.)
         Some of Hollywood’s most renowned
         actresses will vacate their posh abodes
         and relocate to a new sprawling estate
         in the San Fernando Valley, Edith Crane
         Village. The new swanky compound was
         once one of America’s most
         distinguished army bases. Actress GRACE
         GRAHAM, president of the all-female
         commune, will head the dedication along
         with Mayor CURT RIVERS and Governor
         VINCENT AGARD. What is most unique
         about this experimental housing complex
         for leading actresses is that, this
         matriarchal commune will be strictly
         off limits to Hollywood leading men,
         but on the contrary, blue-collar men
         are cordially welcomed. Behind the
         cameras in Tinseltown, this astounding
         prohibition is certain to stir
         controversial chatter and possibly brew
         a turbulent backlash. This is Liz
         Collins reporting.
EXT. EDITH CRANE VILLAGE – DAY
It’s a quiet, sunny afternoon. Edith Crane village is
completed. A large, swanky three-story office building
stands in the midst of sprawling acreage of residential
apartments. Carpets of green grass, patches of multicolored
flowers and green trees beautify the luxury area. A winding
street circles the compound. Several upscale cabins blanket
the expansive real estate. In front of the post office, a
lone American flag flutters atop a flagpole. A large
shopping mall surrounds the area patrolled by security
guards.
EXT. EDITH CRANE VILLAGE – NIGHT
On a windy night, the village is dimly lit. At the far end
of the village we see two uniformed security figures
patrolling the perimeters. A car without headlights pulls
onto the street near the office building. Two dark figures
exit the car and dash toward the office building. Moments
later, we see the two dark figures running to their car. As
the car speeds away at high speed, we hear a loud,
thunderous blast. Now we see figures of two uniformed
security guards running toward the explosion. One guard
grabs his security radio and calls for assistance.


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                   1ST SECURITY GUARD
         (Frantic, broken English)
         Hey, dispatcher, me security guard at
         the village; me got big, big fire, send
         fire truck, pronto!
                    FIRE DISPATCHER (MALE)
         Okay, security, sir, the fire
         department has been notified and
         they’re on the way.
We hear fire engines’ sirens in the distance. We   see the
first of these fire engines with flashing lights   stopping
near the explosion area. Squads of firemen, lead   by Chief
ROY BELMONT, 50, leap off their trucks, grabbing   hoses and
begin spraying water upon the blazing, collapsed   building.
A sudden blustery wind blows sparks of fire onto   the roofs
of nearby buildings.
                   FIRE CHIEF ROY BELMONT
         (Excited, yelling, pointing)
         Okay, men, look! The fire has spread to
         other buildings! Some of you men grab
         these hoses and water-down those
         buildings. The wind is a factor; we
         must contain this damned thing!
The firemen grab the hoses and train the water on the
inflamed buildings.
The various fires are now under control; small puffs of
smoke rise from the debris. The exhausted firemen sit about
on the grass near their fire engines. The quiet moment is
interrupted as the noisy engine of the Fire Marshal’s old
jalopy arrives.
EXT. EDITH CRANE VILLAGE – NIGHT
Fire Marshals, GEORGE PAYNE, 35, and ED MONROE, 40, dressed
in suits and tires, exit their vehicle and approach Chief
Belmont who’s resting on the fire engine’s front bumper.
                   FIRE MARSHAL ED MONROE
         Hello, Chief. I’m sorry we’re late; we
         had an arsonist investigation across
         town. Two kids were DOA at the scene.
Chief Belmont shakes his head sadly as Monroe and Payne
brush away tears.



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                   CHIEF BELMONT
         I understand guys. Don’t forget, I was
         once a Fire Marshal.
                    FIRE MARSHAL ED MONROE
         Chief, what do you have here?
                    CHIEF BELMONT
         Well, it was a blast, possibly
         dynamite.
The Marshals look at the smoldering debris and walk toward
the flattened office building. Marshal Payne stops, looks
back at the fire chief and ask him a question.
                   FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         Hey Chief, any witnesses?
Chief Belmont points at two security guards chatting and
drinking coffee near the leveled office building.
                    CHIEF BELMONT
         Yeah, see those Mexican security guards
         standing over there? You might check
         with them.
         (Sly smile)
         Good luck with them.
The Marshals walk over to the guards; they both pull out
their badges and introduce themselves to the guards.
                   FIRE MARSHAL MONROE
         Hello guys. I’m Fire Marshal Ed Monroe
         and this is my partner, George Payne.
Both smiling guards greet the Marshals in broken English.
                   1ST GUARD
         (Stammering)
         Me name Pablo Ramos.
                   2ND GUARD
         (Stammering)
         Me name Miguel Rodriquez.
                   FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         Okay, Mr. Ramos, what did you see? Did
         you see anyone near the office
         building?
Ramos gives Payne a blank stare and gazes at guard
Rodriquez. The Marshals give each other puzzling stares.


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                   FIRE MARSHAL MONROE
         Hey, George, maybe he doesn’t hear
         well.
                   FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         (Annoyed, speaks to other guard)
         Hey, Mr. Rodriquez, did you see
         anything?
Rodriquez gives both Marshals a blank stare and doesn’t
answer.
                   FIRE MARSHAL MONROE
         (To his partner)
         Hey, Payne, these Mexicans don’t speak
         English.
Marshal Payne shakes his head in disgust.
                   FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         What? You mean to tell me the CEO of
         this damned exclusive compound hired a
         couple of Mexican immigrants, to guard
         this multimillion dollar estate and
         they can’t speak English? It’s crazy;
         it doesn’t make sense.
Both security guards gaze confusingly at each other, offer
silly grins and nod to both Marshals.
                   GUARD RODRIQUEZ
         (To both Marshals)
         Si, senor, we no speak English.
Both Marshals shake their heads in disbelief, gaze at the
guards and walk slowly away. As the Marshals walk away,
both guards display silly grins.
                   FIRE MARSHAL MONROE
         (Annoyed, speaks to Payne)
         Let’s get away from these misfits.
Using flashlights, both Marshals inspect the smoldering
debris. Payne bends down and discovers two empty dynamite
boxes; he puts on gloves and examines the boxes.
                   FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         Look Ed, here are the empty boxes which
         perhaps contained the dynamite.
Marshal Monroe dons his gloves and examines the boxes.


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                   FIRE MARSHAL MONROE
         Yeah, so far, there seem to be no
         further clues. Let’s take the boxes to
         the lab.
EXT. MALIBU BEACH - WATERSPROUT OPEN BAR – DAY
Bill Shane, Gary Porter, Teddy Graves and Chip Watts, sit
on barstools at an opened bar, attired in short pants and
tee shirts, gulping-down pitchers of beer. Bill and Chip
are slightly inebriated. At the end of the bar, a large TV
plays on a high shelf. Teddy glances up at the screen and
spots Grace Graham, Molly and Amy viewing the charred
buildings at Edith Crane Village.
                   TEDDY
         (Waves to his pals)
         Shut up guys let’s listen to this news
         report.
The guys stop talking and gaze at the TV screen.
EXT. EDITH CRANE VILLAGE – DAY
Demolished buildings loom in the background. Grace Graham
sheds tears while standing between actresses Molly Bellamy
and Amy Ross, she holds their hands. The actresses pose
before a bank of microphones and TV cameras answering
questions posed by the print and TV media.
                   YOUNG FEMALE REPORTER
         Ms. Graham, can you think of anyone who
         wouldn’t want to see Edith Crane
         Village operational?
Ms. Graham wipes her eyes with a tissue.
                   GRACE GRAHAM
         (Shakes her head)
         No, but I’ve heard there are many
         misogynists out there who’ve expressed
         their dissatisfaction with our intended
         policy of allowing blue-collar men on
         the premises rather than Hollywood
         actors.
The assembly of reporters gazes at each other and mumble
aloud. As the mumbling ceases, a second reporter poses a
question to Grace.




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                    YOUNG MALE REPORTER
         Well then, Ms. Graham, from what you’ve
         heard, do you think perhaps an actor or
         some actors are responsible for this
         horrendous explosion?
                    GRACE
         At this point, I don’t have a clue and
         I don’t want to cast aspersions upon
         anyone. That’s all I have to say for
         the moment. Thank you.
Ms. Graham and her associates dash into a waiting limo and
drive away.
EXT. WATERSPROUT OPEN BAR – DAY
The stunned patrons gaze at the large TV in the rear.
                   TEDDY
         (Empathy)
         That’s a damn shame, who would destroy
         such a beautiful housing complex?
Bill and Chip shrug their shoulders.
                    BILL
         (Annoyed)
         I don’t know but obviously those prima
         donnas made enemies along the way to
         fame and fortune. Damn it! That
         lesbian, Grace, stood there squeezing
         my ex-wife’s hand. Chip did you notice
         how tightly Grace held Molly’s hand?
                   CHIP
         Yeah, I noticed how tightly Grace held
         Amy and Molly’s hands. Don’t forget,
         Amy is my ex-wife. But Bill, word has
         it that our ex-wives are now Grace’s
         new love interests. Gary and Teddy, did
         you guys know Grace Graham was a
         lesbian?
Gary and Teddy shrug their shoulders nonchalantly.
                    GARY
         (Scowling)
         So what if Grace is the girls’ lover,
         what’s the big deal? Have you guys
         suddenly turned xenophobic?


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Chip leaps from his barstool and stares angrily at Gary.
                   CHIP
         Gary, what in-the-hell is wrong with
         you? This lesbian is sneakily implying
         that some actor or actors blew up her
         love nest! There’s no evidence any
         actor or actors blasted her commune!
         Who knows, Grace may have a flock of
         jealous hens after her and maybe they
         blew up her sanctuary! Damn it, let’s
         all wait and see!
Bill joins Chip; he too stands up and glares at Gary.
                    BILL
         (Defensive)
         Hey, Gary, we aren’t homophobic! But
         why are you damn comedians so liberal?
         Grace is setting up Edith Crane Village
         to be a love nest for lesbian and blue-
         collar men, all at the exclusion of us
         male actors, the real jocks of
         Hollywood!
         (Shouting)
         Hey Chip, let’s get the hell out of
         here!
Bill and Chip stomp away in anger.
                   TEDDY
         (Shakes Gary’s hand)
         You know, Gary, those guys have a
         problem with women, whether they’re
         straight or lesbians. I believe both
         misogynists will be blackballed from
         movie productions within one year’s
         time; just wait and see.
Gary shakes his head and gives a broad smile.
                   GARY
         I agree, Teddy, and it’s just a matter
         of time before Bill and Chip self-
         destruct.
Teddy holds his head down for a moment and then raises his
head with a sudden thought. He taps Gary on the shoulder
and prepares to speak. Gary looks up at Teddy and smile as
if he knows Teddy’s thought.


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                    TEDDY
         Gary, I am wondering, do you think Bill
         and Chip blasted those buildings at
         Edith Crane Village?
Gary stares at Teddy for a moment and ponders his question.
                   GARY
         Gee, Teddy, I don’t know. But now
         you’ve aroused my curiosity. However, I
         truly believe those characters are
         capable are doing the unimaginable. But
         a bombing, where lives were in danger?
         I’m not sure, but I wonder. I wonder. I
         wonder.
INT. GRACE GRAHAM’S APARTMENT – PARLOR – NIGHT
Soft music plays as Grace, attired in a thin robe, sits on
a sofa between Molly and Amy, who’re also attired in thin
robes. They chat softly. Grace gets up, bends over and
kisses Molly and Amy on their lips. She walks away slowly,
Looks back and gives both gals a seductive smile.
                   GRACE
         (Winks)
         I’m going to take a shower; a cold one.
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
In the foggy bathroom behind a closed, glass partition, we
see Grace standing beneath the gushing shower smiling
broadly; she rubs soap over her body. Suddenly, we see a
hand on the outer handle of the glass partition. The glass
partition slowly slides open. Grace looks toward the opened
partition and sees Molly and Amy ogling her with broad
grins. The naked Molly and Amy step into the shower. They
clasp Grace’s body and begin kissing and fondling her.
Within seconds the heavily breathing lovers become entwined
in a passionate, torrid ménage a trios’.
INT. LOS ANGELES – FORENSIC SCIENCE LAB – DAY
Director of Forensic, Dr. DUKE MILES, 70, long, gray
shoulder-length hair, a geek, sits at his desk attired in a
white smock. He looks over his round-rimmed glasses while
perusing lab results. Finally, Dr. Miles raises his head
and addresses Fire Marshall Payne and Monroe, who sit
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                   DR. MILES
         (Stern)
         Well, boys, I know you both were hoping
         I would find some latent prints or some
         other evidence on those empty dynamite
         boxes; however, I’m sorry to say, you
         must look elsewhere for your clues and
         evidence.
Both Fire Marshals bow their heads in disappointment. They
shake Dr. Mile’s hand. Monroe places his hand on Payne’s
shoulder.
                   FIRE MARSHAL MONROE
         Well, partner, let’s go back to the
         crime scene and dig for further
         evidence.
                   FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         Okay, here we go again. Doc, thanks for
         your effort.
                   DR. MILES
         Good luck next time, boys.
EXT. LOS ANGELES – SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF POSH APARTMENT
BUILDING – NIGHT
It’s a stormy night, heavy downpour. Actress BEVY HACK, a
tall, gorgeous blonde, 25, walks toward her residence
locked arm-in-arm with tall handsome actor, JOEL B. COOPER,
30. Joel hoists an umbrella over their heads. Suddenly we
see a shadowy figure standing in the darkened doorway of
the apartment building. As the couple nears the building
entrance, we see the figure emerging from the darkened
entrance onto the sidewalk in front of the startled couple,
who stop abruptly. The shadowy figure is actor Chip Watts,
Bevy’s lover.
                   CHIP WATTS
         (Eyes wide with curiosity)
         Bevy, you’re supposed to be my girl!
         What are you doing walking with this
         creep and by the way, who in the hell
         is this idiot?
Bevy’s nervous escort drops the umbrella to the ground and
removes his arm from Bevy’s. Her entire body quivers with
fear.



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                   BEVY HACK
         (Sobbing)
         Chip, honey, he’s an actor, my co-star,
         Joel B. Cooper; you’ve heard of him!
Chip strikes Joel’s face hard sending him sprawling to the
sidewalk. Chip grabs Bevy by her shoulders and shakes her
violently. He slaps her face hard splattering blood over
her clothing.
                   BEVY
         (Screaming)
         Stop Chip! Stop! You’ve hurt me and
         look, you’ve knocked Joe unconscious!
         God, he’s not moving! Chip, he was only
         walking me home!
                    CHIP
         (Yelling)
         That’s a damn lie and I don’t believe
         you! I think you’re fucking this damn
         Joel! But this time, I didn’t give your
         leading man a chance to rendezvous with
         you upstairs for a nightcap and a
         wiggle between the bed sheets!
Bevy breaks away from chip and sprints over to assist Joel
who’s lying unconscious on the ground. Chip dashes over and
kicks Joe in the ass. Bevy screams loudly.
                   BEVY
         Please, please someone call the police!
         Call 911!
Two police vehicles with flashing lights speed toward the
scene from both direction. Residents rush out of their
buildings. Upon seeing the police officers leaping out of
their vehicles, Chip runs down the street looking over his
shoulder. The police officers dash over to Bevy who’s
kneeling over Joe. Bevy glances up at the officers.
                   BEVY
         Officers, stop that man! He has just
         assaulted us!
Two officers chase after Chip and both bring him down with
a bruising, flying tackle. Chip puts up a brief struggle.
The cops cuff him and walk him back to the crime scene,
where a group of anxious news photographers snap photos of
the raving actor.


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                   CHIP
         You damned photographers get those
         damned cameras out of my face!
As the officers place Chip into a squad car, an ambulance
with flashing emergency lights arrives. The ambulance
attendants exit their vehicle and tend to Bevy and Joel.
INT. LOS ANGELES POLICE PRECINCT – NIGHT
A tall, no-nonsense, black desk sergeant, 45, stands behind
a tall desk. Chip Watts, now silent, his clothing soaked
with blood, stands between two arresting officers. We hear
a loud ruckus at the entrance. The desk sergeant and the
other officers glance toward the entrance. Two burly
officers escort a bloody, cursing, handcuffed actor, Bill
Shane before the desk sergeant. They stand behind actor
Chip Watts and his arresting officers.
                   BILL SHANE
         (Sarcastic)
         Hey Sarge, why in the fuck am I here?
         (Spots his pal, Chip)
         Hey Chip, what-in-the fuck are you
         doing in this dump? You know, these
         Nazis are running a police state!
Chip nods his head in accord.
                   CHIP
         (Annoyed)
         You’re damn right, Bill, my actor
         brother. Yeah, why don’t these Gestapos
         venture into the ghettos and really
         earn their puny salaries.
Desk sergeant and officers ignore both prisoners.
                   DESK   SERGEANT
         (Stern, points   finger at Chip)
         Officers, what   are the charges against
         this guy, this   so-called actor?
                    FIRST ARRESTING OFFICER
         Sarge, Chip Watts is charged with two
         counts of felonious assault. Depending
         upon the outcome of one of the
         seriously injured victims, the D.A. may
         escalate the charge to murder.



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                   DESK SERGEANT
         All right, you officers take Watts
         upstairs and complete your paper work.
Sarge gives officers their arrest forms. Officers escort
the silent Watts upstairs.
                   DESK SERGEANT
         Next, officers what are the charges
         against this other so-called actor?
                   SECOND ARRESTING OFFICER
         Sarge, actor Bill Shane was arrested
         for assaulting his friend, Kitty
         Taylor, an actress, who’s now
         hospitalized.
Desk sergeant gives Shane an intimidating stare.
                   DESK SERGEANT
         Get his ass upstairs and process him.
         I’m tired of looking at his face.
Desk Sergeant gives officers their arrest forms. As the
officers escort Shane upstairs, he turns and calls out to
the sergeant.
                   BILL
         (Sarcastically)
         Hey Sarge, your court system can’t
         successfully prosecute me. Don’t you
         know I’m a top-notch leading-man on the
         silver screen? You just wait until my
         high-powered, Jewish Attorney go up
         against your puny magistrate in court
         tomorrow.
                   DESK SERGEANT
         (Sarcasm)
         I know, Mr. Actor, maybe tomorrow your
         attorney will represent you in court
         and comfort you somewhat, but tonight,
         my friend, your ass belongs to me and
         I’m your master for the next twenty-
         four hours!
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INT. LAT TV NEWS STUDIO – NIGHT
Correspondent TERI CAHN, female, 30, sits at her news desk
before TV cameras waiting to present Hollywood Love Woes.
INT. GRACE GRAHAM’S RESIDENCE – NIGHT
Attired in T-shirts and shorts, Grace, Amy and Molly
exercise to music.
                    GRACE
         (Laughing)
         Come on, girls, it’s time for another
         episode of Hollywood Love Woes. Let’s
         watch it in the bedroom.
                   AMY
         (Laughing)
         Yeah let’s go.
                   MOLLY
         (Laughing)
         Don’t leave me alone.
Grace races toward the bedroom closely chased by Amy and
Molly.
INT. BEDROOM
Grace leaps into the middle of the bed. Amy and Molly lie
down on both sides of her. Grace flips on the TV with the
remote.
INT. LAT TV NEWS STUDIO – NIGHT
Sitting at her news desk before TV cameras, Correspondent
TERI CAHN presents Hollywood Loves Woes.
                   CORRESPONDENT TERI CAHN
         Greetings Hollywood fans, I’m Teri Cahn
         with Hollywood Woes; I have a startling
         report emanating from Los Angeles. Late
         last night, two of Hollywood’s most
         jealous bachelors, Chip Watts and Bill
         Shane were arrested and charged with
         assaulting their actress-girlfriends,
         Bevy Hack and Kitty Taylor,
         respectively. Both actresses were
         accosted in the arms of their dates.
         Join us later during our evening
         broadcast for an update on this story.


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INT. GRACE’S RESIDENCE – NIGHT
Still in bed, after watching a news report of violence
against two actresses, Grace, Amy and Molly are shocked,
their mouths’ spring open in astonishment.
                   AMY
         (Fingers held near her lips)
         Dam-it, what’s wrong with Chip? I feel
         so sorry for Bevy hack. I once worked
         with her at Warner Brothers.
                   MOLLY
         (Rubbing her chin)
         Ditto, I feel excessive empathy for
         Kitty Taylor; she was my co-star at
         Paramount. Oh, I need a drink.
Molly leaps out of bed and heads for the parlor.
INT. PARLOR
Molly grabs a bottle of Scotch from the bar.
We hear Amy yelling from the bedroom and then we also her
Grace chiming in.
                   AMY (O.S.)
         Molly, bring me some of that high-
         potency tonic.
                   GRACE (O.S.)
         Yeah, and don’t forget me.
Molly rapidly pours three hefty shots of Scotch into three
glasses, places them on a tray and heads back into the
bedroom.
INT. BEDROOM
Amy and Grace are watching TV. Molly walks in and serves
their drinks and crawls in bed. The girls sip their drinks.
                    GRACE
         (Frowning)
         I don’t want to watch TV anymore!
Grace hurls the TV remote across the room. Amy and Molly
shudder and stare at Grace. Grace crawls over Amy and gets
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                   GRACE
         (Annoyed)
         Isn’t it ironic that both of your ex-
         husbands, two overt misogynists,
         assault two wholesome actresses on the
         same night?
         (Looks calmly at her lovers, bend over
         and kisses their lips)
         My honeys I don’t know how you two
         survived. However, I fear one day those
         animals are going to kill someone.
Amy and Molly sit quietly with blank stares on their faces.
Finally, Amy breaks the silence.
                   AMY
         Grace, you’re right, I know Molly and I
         are greatly relieved to have shed
         ourselves of those two violent goons.
Grace looks down upon Amy and Molly with a wide grin. The
girls place their glasses on the table. Grace leans over
Kisses Amy’s lips mightily and later kisses Molly’s. Amy
and Molly climb out of bed. As Amy and Molly both become
teary-eyed, Grace looks at them and begins to cry.
                   GRACE
         Well, anyway, I’m happy you gals are
         free because I’m exceedingly grateful
         to have both of you as my own.
All three lovers lapse into a triple bear-hug.
EXT. LOS ANGELES SUPERIOR COURT – DAY
Walking briskly with a brazen swagger, Chip Watts and Bill
Shane, both grinning widely and wearing dark glasses, exit
the court with their attorneys. They immediately become
swarmed and engulfed in a sea of TV cameras, news reporters
and photographers. The actors tiptoe their way over to a
bank of microphones.
                   CHIP WATTS
         (Waving to cameras)
         Howdy folks, I’m happy to be extricated
         from my cell in the dungeon of hell. My
         dear family posted my bail and here I
         am. I’m looking forward to being
         vindicated at my trial. Thank you.



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Chip waves and steps back. Bill steps up to the mike and
waves to the cameras.
                    BILL SHANE
         (Grinning)
         Hello, out there. Yes, I’m back out in
         civilization and I want to thanks all
         of my fans for your well wishes and
         prayers. My lovely family posted my
         bail and I too will be vindicated at my
         trial, if it gets that far.
         (Smirks)
         Thank you. Are there any questions?
Noisy reporters shove and push each other while jostling
for strategic positions. A heavy male reporter pushes his
way up front near the mikes.
                   FIRST REPORTER
         Chip, did you assault actress Bevy hack
         and her escort because of a jealous
         rage?
Chip wipes his forehead with a tissue.
                    CHIP
         (Grinning)
         Sir, as per my attorney, I can’t
         comment on the case. But, I will say
         this, anytime an actor falls in love
         with an alluring actress and he later
         discovers her snuggled deep in the arms
         of her leading man, off camera, then
         he’s an idiot if he believes her bogus
         deceptions and excuses.
Another heavyweight male reporter bulldozes his way up
front near the mikes.
                   SECOND REPORTER
         Bill, I understand you and Chip have
         previous violent incidents whereas you
         guys assaulted your female companions.
         Is that true?
Bill glares at the reporter and gives him the finger.
                   BILL
         Let me hear from an intelligent
         reporter.


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A heavy female reporter thrusts herself up near the mikes.
                   THIRD REPORTER
         Bill, don’t become angry but I have a
         question that I know you can answer.
         I’m an obese lesbian and I’ve heard
         that many Hollywood leading men, you
         and Chip included, are nothing less
         than blood-boiling misogynists. In
         addition, it is alleged you and Chip
         are particularly perturbed and unglued
         because actress Grace Graham happen to
         be romancing you guys ex-wives. Is
         there any truth to any of this?
Bill ignores the reporter’s question and walks away from
the mike. Chip grimaces, steps up to the mike and points a
demanding finger at the obese, female reporter.
                    CHIP
         (Upset)
         Grace graham? Is she still alive? I
         thought she had expired! Now give me a
         real question because none of you
         morons have asked an intelligent one
         yet.
                   FOURTH REPORTER
         Chip, either one of you can answer my
         question. Rumor has it that your names
         are floating around as possible
         suspects in the bombing of Edith Crane
         Village. Have the authorities contacted
         you guys and if so, could you shed some
         light on the investigation?
Chip turns around, glares at Bill and they both nod to each
other and angrily walk away from the mikes. The reporters
are still posing questions as Bill and Chip leap into a
waiting limo and drive away.
INT. MOTION PICTURES ASSOCIATION – DAY
In the posh boardroom, Paul Lamb, president of the Motion
Pictures Association, sits at the head of a long, mahogany
table. Board members sit along the sides of the table.
Actor Chip Watts and Bill Shane sit on the side laughing
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                     PAUL
         Come to order, gentlemen. Board
         members, I had the unpleasant duty of
         calling this session for the distinct
         purpose of reviewing and determining
         the continuation of movie contracts
         binding between Mr. Chip Watts, Mr.
         Bill Shane and Bristol Brothers Movie
         Studio. I see both actors are present
         without counsels and I will proceed by
         opening the floor for comments and
         proposals from the board. Afterward,
         Mr. Watts and Mr. Shane will have a
         chance to offer their sentiments if
         they wish.
All board members peruse copies of the actors’ contracts
and their pending criminal charges. The president calls on
the first board member.
                   PAUL
         Mr. Ben Wise you have the floor.
                   BEN WISE
         Good afternoon board members, Mr.
         Watts, and Mr. Shane. President Lamb, I
         notice the actors are sitting without
         copies of their contracts and without
         representatives. Do they have copies of
         their contracts and have they sought
         representations?
                   PAUL
         Yes, they both have copies of their
         contracts but they’ve chosen not to
         peruse them at this time. For the
         record, let it be known that for
         personal reasons, both actors have also
         declined any representation from the
         guild.
                   BEN
         Thank you Mr. President, I’ll cut
         through the chase and refer to page
         two, paragraph three, section two.
Loud mumbling is heard from board member Peter Levy.
                   PAUL
         What is it, Mr. Levy?


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                  PETER LEVY
         (Frowning)
         Mr. President, I just feel we should
         postpone this session and afford these
         young men to obtain counsels.
                  PAUL
         (Annoyed)
         Mr. Levy, these respondents aren’t
         infantile nor do they lack
         intelligence. All of their rights have
         been diligently explained to them. Ben,
         you may proceed.

                  BEN (cont.)
         (Annoyed)
         As I was saying; whereas it cites, “no
         actor or actress shall commit any
         crimes, public lewdness, public discord
         or any other immoral conduct which tend
         to impose or saturate shame upon any
         motion picture association studio or
         the motion picture association itself.”
         Mr. President, although Mr. Watts and
         Mr. Shane have not been convicted of
         their latest cycle of serious crimes
         against two women and one male and the
         accumulative regression from sane
         conduct, leave me no choice but to
         recommend their dismissal from the
         motion picture industry without undo
         delay.
Chip and Bill become nervous and antsy in their seats. Bill
drops his pen to the floor and chip breaks out in a sweat.
                   PAUL
         Do any other board members have remarks
         to add?
Carl Abrams raises his hand and speaks.
                   CARL ABRAMS
         Mr. President, I like both of these
         fine actors, but I’m afraid they’ve
         become too arrogant and violent.
Both actors pull out handkerchiefs and wipe their brows.
Chip goes to the water fountain and slurps heartily.


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                    PAUL
         Does anyone else have a remark?
John Clark raises his hand and speaks.
                    JOHN CLARK
         (Agitated)
         Mr. President If I’m in order, I make a
         motion that Mr. Watts and Mr. Shane be
         immediately suspended from the movie
         industry for no less than one year.
A deafening hush engulfs the room. The actors hold their
own as many of the boards members gaze at them with pity.
                   PAUL
         Members, you heard the motion, what’s
         your pleasure?
                   BEN
         Mr. President, I second the motion.
                   PAUL
         It has been motioned and seconded that
         Mr. Chip Watts and Mr. Bill Shane be
         suspended from the movie industry for
         no less than one year. All not ready
         please utter your objection.
Peter Levy raises his hand.
                   PETER LEVY
         Mr. President, we never take into
         consideration that on many occasions,
         I’m sure many of our fine actors are
         provoked by these so-called angelic
         actresses. And I’ve heard that many
         actresses are as provocative as a clan
         of hungry jungle lioness. Yes, many of
         these devious actresses are forever
         toying with the emotion of our fine
         actors. And as a result, sparks flies
         and sometime the water of romance boil
         and rises to an unbearable temperature.
         So why should our fine actors always
         bear the brunt of these many overblown
         gripes. Perhaps dual fault should be
         assigned.
Frank Turner raises his hand and speaks.


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                   FRANK TURNER
         Mr. President, I agree with Peter Levy.
         This proceeding would’ve been fair and
         just if we could’ve quizzed some of
         these slippery prima donnas.
                    PAUL
         Thank you both. But for now, board
         members it’s time to vote. All of those
         in favor of the motion please stand.
Carl Abrams, John Clark and Ben Wise stand as the president
counts the votes. They resume their seats.
                   PAUL
         All of those opposed have a similar
         right. Please stand.
Peter Levy and Frank Turner stand then resume their seats.
                   PAUL
         The motion has passed. Mr. Shane and
         Mr. Watts please stand.
Shane and Watts rise staring stone-faced at the president.
                   PAUL
         Mr. Chip Watts and Mr. Bill Shane,
         according to a fair ballot conducted
         within the walls of this legendary
         edifice by this illustrious membership,
         you both have been suspended from the
         movie industry for no less than one
         year. Do either one of you have any
         remarks?
Chip wipes tears from his eyes.
                    CHIP
         No sir.
Bill wipes tears from his eyes.
                    BILL
         No sir.
                   PAUL
         Well gentlemen you’re to stay clear of
         all motion venues at the risk of being
         permanently ousted from the industry.



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                  PAUL (cont’d)
         Please do not interfere with the social
         freedom of any actresses, on or off the
         set. You have ninety days to appeal.
         Good day and this ends this session.
Perturbed actors Chip and Bill hurry from the meeting;
they’re followed by agitated Frank Turner and Peter Levy.
INT. HLWD CABLE TV NEWS STUDIO – DAY
                   LOLA STREET
         This is HLWD Cable TV News
         Correspondent, Lola Street bringing you
         the news. Los Angeles, Hollywood and
         the world was shocked to learn that the
         motion picture industry has sacked and
         suspended heartthrob actors, Chip Watts
         and Bill Shane for no les than one
         year. To many in the Hollywood circle,
         the actors’ severe punishments were
         long overdue. Not to be forgotten, both
         actors still have criminal charges
         pending against them. Its alleged Watts
         violently assaulted actress Bevy hack
         and her actor-friend; while Shane is
         alleged to have attacked and assaulted
         his companion, actress Kitty Taylor.
         That’s a brief update for now and I’ll
         see you on the five o’clock news.
INT. BUSINESS AREA – MILAN STEAKHOUSE - DAY
In the crowed steakhouse, Grace, Amy and Molly dine at a
table near the window. A trio plays soft music as the
actresses complete their meal. Grace is telling sexy jokes
when they hear four loud shot crashing through the window.
The women unleash piercing screams and dive to the floor
amid showering shards of flying glass. Tables are
overturned and the bartender, waiters, patrons and manager
are all screaming as they crouch on the floor. From the
floor, a young waiter reaches into his pocket, grabs his
cell phone, dials 911 and yells into the phone.
                   YOUNG WAITER
         Milan steak House, shots fired! Shots
         fired, send police! Send help! Please,
         please send the police!



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EXT. FRONT OF MILAN STEAKHOUSE – DAY
Squads of police vehicles with blaring sirens and flashing
emergency lights screech to a halt in front of the
steakhouse. Cops leap out of their cars with guns drawn and
dash cautiously into the steakhouse.
INT. STEAKHOUSE - DAY
Step by step, the tense police officers slowly scan the
eerie, silent steakhouse, searching for a gunman or gunmen,
as frightened employees and patrons become aware of the
rescuing men in blue.
                    FIRST POLICE OFFICER ON SCENE
          (Yelling)
          All right, nobody moves! Who’s the
          manager? Manager, whoever you are,
          stand up very, very slowly, while
          placing your hands on top of your head.
Lying face up in the middle of the floor near an overturned
table, a middle-aged black woman raises her hand and
screams.
                    MIDDLED-AGED WOMAN
          Officers, don’t shoot, please don’t
          shoot! I am the manager and my name is
          LILLY MAE THOMAS!
A female cop dashes over to the woman and pats her down for
weapons. After finding no weapons, the female cop grabs the
woman’s hand and pulls her up from the floor.
                    FEMALE POLICE OFFICER
          (Sternly)
          Lady, you’re the manager?
                    MANAGER
          (Nervously)
          Yes, officer, I am the manager of Milan
          Steakhouse! My name is Lillie Mae
          Thomas!
                    FEMALE POLICE OFFICER
          Well Ms. Thomas, please show me a
          picture I.D.; we just want to make sure
          who we’re talking to.




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Lillie Mae, 50, reaches into her apron pocket and pulls out
a picture I.D. and presents it to the officer. After
inspecting the I.D. the officer gives it back to the
manager. The satisfied officer nods approvingly to her
colleagues. The other officers slowly walk about the
steakhouse glaring keenly at every person lying on the
floor.
                   FIRST POLICE OFFICER
         Manager Thomas, I want you to scan the
         area; look closely at all of the
         persons lying on the floor and see if
         you can account for all of them either
         as patrons or employees.
With their guns drawn, the first officer and the female
officer escort the manager about the entire steakhouse as
she carefully scrutinizes each person lying on the floor.
Finally the manager smiles at the officers.
                   MANAGER
         Yes, officers, I’ve seen all of these
         people; they are patrons and employees.
The officers express sighs of relief.
                   FEMALE POLICE OFFICER
         Okay Ms. Thomas stand to the side.
Manager Thomas steps to the side.
                    FIRST POLICE OFFICER
         (Yelling)
         Okay, all of you folks on the floor,
         we’re the police and we’re here for
         your safety! I want each of you to rise
         slowly, placing both hands on top of
         your heads.
While holding their guns at the ready, a squad of police
officers wanders over to the patrons and employees; the
cops begin patting them down. One officer notices two women
still lying on the floor near the window bleeding
profusely. He yells out.
                   SECOND POLICE OFFICER
         I got two women down over here!
Two officers run over to the yelling officer. The officers
kneel down and check the women’s pulses. They shake their
heads sadly.


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With pens and pads in their hands, other officers begin
questioning employees and patrons, as Chief of Detectives
Mike Simmons dashes through the door, closely trailed by
two streaking ambulance attendants. Two officers direct the
attendants to the two wounded women lying on the floor near
the window.
The attendants kneel and check the women’s vital signs,
look up at the officers on the scene and nod theirs head
negatively.
Now joined by Detectives BRIAN WEST, 38, and DARIUS COLE,
37, Chief Simmons calls the first officer on the scene to
the side and interviews him.
Chief Simmons and his Detectives interview the manager. The
first officer on the scene walks over to the chief.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Officer, it appears the bullets crashed
         through the window. Two of the patrons
         are deceased; were they dining alone?
                   FIRST OFFICER
         Chief, that lady standing near the door
         is actress, Grace Graham; she was
         dining with the two deceased women when
         the shots crashed through the window.
EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF STEAKHOUSE – DAY
The street is blocked off, long, yellow tape blocks off the
crime scene area. A large throng of gawking onlookers
stands across the street. Two Detectives stand in the
middle of the street examining shell casing.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         (To his partner)
         Well, we know that a 9-mm was the
         choice of weapon used by the
         perpetrator or perpetrators.
A neatly attired black man, 25, standing across the street
from the steakhouse calls out to the detectives.
                   YOUNG BLACK MAN
         Hey, detectives, may I speak to you? I
         may have some vital information.




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Ace Detective, RON CASEY, 40 and Ace Detective, ABE
BRADSHAW, 45, walk over to the young man and lead him away
from the growing throng.
                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Yes, young man. What’s your name and
         what vital information do you have?
The young man scratches his head in puzzlement. Detective
Casey begins to write.
                   YOUNG MAN
         Sir, my name is TRAVIS O’HARA, 25. I
         was walking across the street at the
         time of the shooting. I saw this black
         car speeding up the street when
         suddenly it came to a screeching halt.
         Then, two individuals in black suits
         and hats, I think they were men, leaped
         out of a black SUV and fired four or
         five shots into the steakhouse.
Detective Casey stops writing and looks up curiously at
O’Hara.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Mr. O’Hara, what happened next?
                   O’HARA
         They simply jumped back into their SUV
         and sped away. It really irked me that
         those goons were both grinning.
The detectives’ eyes meet as they shake their heads in
shock.
                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Mr. O’Hara, previously, you stated you
         thought the individuals were possibly
         men. Why aren’t you sure?
O’Hara scratches his head and gives a slight smirk.
                   O’HARA
         It’s just that, when they ran, they ran
         like women, rather than men; and they
         moved their hands in an effeminate
         manner. I know effeminate traits when I
         see them; I have six sisters.
Detectives Casey and Bradshaw smile.


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                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Again, how were they dressed?
                    O’HARA
         Sir, as I stated, they were both
         attired in black suits and black hats
         and they had petite features. Do you
         know what I mean?
                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Yes, Mr. O’Hara, we know exactly what
         you mean. Do you think you can
         recognize those individuals if you saw
         them again?
                   O’HARA
         Without a doubt, I could never forget
         their brazen, facial expressions. And I
         can I.D. the SUV as well.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Thanks Mr. O’Hara, we’ll be in touch.
INT. MILAN STEAKHOUSE – DAY
Chief Simmons interviews Grace Graham; she stands alone,
head bowed, still sobbing; Chief Simmons gently places his
hand upon her shoulder.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Ms. Graham, I’m sorry for all that has
         happened and your terrible loss.
         (Turns to Detective Cole)
         Please get Ms. Graham a glass of water.
The detective goes   behind the counter and retrieves a glass
of water. He walks   back and gives the water to Chief
Simmons. The Chief   gives the water to Grace. Grace takes a
couple of sips and   passes the glass to Detective Cole.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Ms. Graham, give me your friends names.
Grace looks up into Chief Simmons’ eyes. She reaches toward
a nearby counter and retrieves tissues.
                   GRACE GRAHAM
         (Wiping her eyes)
         Their names are Amy Ross and Molly
         Bellamy. Yes, and I might as well tell
         you, we were lovers.


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Chief Simmons exchanges glances with his detectives.
                   DETECTIVE WEST
         Ms. Graham, I want you try and recall,
         can you think of anyone who wanted to
         harm you or your deceased lovers?
Grace stares at the ceiling for a long spell before
answering.
                   GRACE
         (Dabbing at her eyes)
         No, Detective, I can’t think of anyone.
Chief Simmons shakes his head in disbelief.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Now, come on Ms. Graham, I lend my
         professional expertise in homicide
         investigation all over the land and I
         know as a controversial figure in the
         erection of Edith Crane Village, there
         must be someone who has expressed
         strong resentment to your efforts.
Grace becomes angry. She stares at Chief Simmons and
replies, coldly.
                   GRACE
         No, there’s no one!
                   DETECTIVE COLE
         Ms. Graham, while dining near the
         window with your lovers, you had a
         clear vision to the street. Did you see
         anything or anybody suspicious, on the
         street or perhaps in a car?
Grace glares coldly into detective Cole’s eyes and replies.
                    GRACE
         No!
Chief Simmons hands Grace his business card.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         All right Ms. Graham, here’s my card;
         call me should you recall anything that
         may be helpful in capturing your
         lovers’ killer or killers.
Grace accepts the card and walks away; the chief calls.


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                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Oh, Ms. Graham, in view of your recent
         loss, I think you’re in great danger. I
         must assign you police protection.
Grace glares at the chief.
                   GRACE
         (Annoyed)
         Chief Simmons, that won’t be necessary;
         I’m a big girl and I can take care of
         myself.
Grace exits the steakhouse as Chief Simmons joins the rest
of his investigators.
INT. CATHY WRIGHT’S RESIDENCE – PARLOR - DAY
Black actress CATHY WRIGHT, 26, sits on a sofa next to
black actress, GWEN AMES, 27. The girls sip beer and eat
potato chips while listening to soft Jazz. Cathy looks at
her watch and notices it’s time for the news.
                   CATHY WRIGHT
         Hey Gwen it’s time for the news; let’s
         see what’s going on in the world.
                   GWEN AMES
         Yeah, good idea, I’ll turn off the
         music.
Gwen walks over to the cabinet and turns off the music
player; Cathy uses the remote and turns the TV on.
INT. HLWD CABLE TV NEWS STUDIO – DAY
TV News Correspondent Lola Street sits at her news desk
before TV cameras presenting the news.
                   LOLA STREET
         Good afternoon, I’m Lola Street
         bringing you the latest news. This
         afternoon in Los Angeles, the Hollywood
         community was profoundly shocked and
         saddened upon learning of the untimely
         death of two of its most gifted
         actresses, Amy Ross and Molly Bellamy.




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                   LOLA STREET (cont’d)
         While dining in a Los Angeles
         steakhouse with actress Grace Graham,
         shots were fired through the window;
         Amy and Molly were mortally wounded by
         person or persons unknown. At this
         time, police have no suspects and the
         investigation continues.
INT. CATHY WRIGHT’S RESIDENCE – PARLOR - DAY
After hearing of Amy and Molly deaths, Cathy and Gwen sit
in shock on the edge of the sofa. They cry out in emotional
pain.
                   CATHY
         (Wipes eyes with tissues)
         Oh, my God, Gwen, someone murdered our
         friends! What are we going to do?
Gwen slides down onto the floor, sobbing.
                   GWEN
         Oh God, Cathy, we’ve got to do
         something! Let’s go over to Grace’s
         apartment to comfort her and offer our
         heartfelt support.
INT. BRISTOL BROTHERS MOVIE STUDIO – LATE AFTERNOON
In his office, Producer Peter Levy sits at his desk talking
with Producer frank Turner, who sits across from him. A
knock is heard at the door.
                    PETER LEVY
         Come in.
Both producers are surprised as suspended actors, Bill
Shane and Chip Watts enter the office.
                   PETER
         (Annoyed)
         You guys are suspended; you must leave!
Bill and Chip shrug their shoulders sheepishly.
                    CHIP
         Sir, Bill and I didn’t mean to put you
         guys on the spot. However, we sneaked
         into your office to offer our thanks
         for your support.


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                     BILL
         Gentlemen, I too say thanks for your
         loyal support and we’ll be back to work
         in one year. Oh yeah, and during our
         absence from the movie industry, we
         promise to keep our nose clean.
Peter and Frank shake the actors’ hands.
                   FRANK
         Okay, fellows, we understand. Guys,
         just let me say with sadness, Peter and
         I heard of your recent divorces; we’re
         terribly sorry and we offer our
         lingering, heartfelt support and
         empathy.
                   CHIP
         I say thanks to both of you; it’s so
         appreciated.
                   BILL
         That goes for me as well and may God
         bless both of you.
                   PETER
         I was going to walk frank downstairs,
         so we can all go down together. If you
         guys are seen in the building more
         trouble will loom over your heads.
The gentlemen exit the office.
EXT. SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF BRISTOL BROTHERS MOVIE STUDIO -
DAY
We see Peter and Frank chatting with Chip and Bill.
EXT.BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET FROM BRISTOL BROTHERS MOVIE
STUDIO - DAY
Teddy Graves and Gary Porter exit the building. Teddy looks
across the street and spots the producers chatting with
Bill and chip. Gary and Teddy step back inside the
building’s entrance and observe the men.
EXT. FRONT OF BRISTOL BROTHERS MOVIE STUDIO – DAY
Chip and Bill shake producers Levy and Turner’s hands. Chip
and Bill walk away down the street.



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EXT. ACROSS THE STREET FROM BRISTOL BROTHERS MOVIE STUDIO -
DAY
                   TEDDY
         Gary, something seems real fishy about
         Chip and Bill. I mean they’re suspended
         from the motion picture industry for
         one year, yet I observed them exiting
         Bristol Brothers Movie Studio. That
         building is off limits to both of them.
Gary rubs his chin and ponders Teddy’s remarks.
                   GARY
         (Puzzled, speaking slowly)
         Yeah, man, now I got your drift; I
         never thought of that.
                   TEDDY
         Well, and another thing, Gary, both of
         their ex-wives were shot and killed
         today. Do you think that’s a
         coincidence? Don’t forget these
         characters are misogynists and they’re
         criminally documented as violent women
         bashers. They may have killed their ex-
         wives or had them executed by a hired
         gunman or gunmen.
Gary rubs his chin and again he ponders Teddy’s remarks.
                   GARY
         (Puzzled, speaking slowly)
         Yeah, man, now I got your drift; I
         never thought of that.
Gary and Teddy walk down the street.
INT. LOS ANGELES POLICE PRECINCT – DAY
Chief Simmons sits at his desk in his office. His feet are
propped on the desk; he smokes a long cigar. Detectives
Casey, Bradshaw, West and Cole sit in chairs around him.
They’re discussing the investigation of the two murdered
actresses.
                  CHIEF SIMMONS
         Men, here’s what we got. We have two
         divorced actresses who were whacked by
         person or persons unknown.



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                  CHIEF SIMMONS (cont’d)
         Amy and Molly were once married to
         violent men, Chip Watts and Bill Shane,
         who are known to have assaulted their
         wives on many occasions. We know the
         decedents were later involved in a
         three-way lesbian affair with actress
         Grace Graham. Now, Grace Graham is the
         CEO of Edith Crane Village housing
         development, yet to be opened. As you
         know the development was dynamited not
         long ago. Guys, my gut feeling tells me
         that Grace Graham has enemies out
         there. Therefore, I believe she was the
         real target at the steakhouse
         execution, not the poor victims.
         Detective Bradshaw, give us an update
         on what your witness disclosed to you
         and detective Casey.
                    DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Chief, witness Travis O’Hara stated
         that from across the street from the
         steakhouse, he saw the two gunmen
         firing shots into the steakhouse. And
         according to O’Hara, the gunmen
         could’ve possibly been women.
Chief Simmons snatches his feet down from the desk and
slings his cigar across the room.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         (Yelling)
         That’s it, detectives! Damn it! We’re
         going to solve these two murders and
         soon! Detective Casey, why does the
         witness thinks the perpetrators were
         possibly women?
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         The witness claimed the perpetrators
         ran and moved their hands in an
         effeminate manner; he said he knows
         effeminate maneuvers when he sees them
         because he has six sisters.
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                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Gentlemen, that’s it. Here’s what we’re
         going to do. Detective Casey and
         Bradshaw, I want you to go and re-
         interview witness O’Hara. Afterward, I
         want you to go Bristol Brothers Movie
         Studio; nosy around and learn who Grace
         Graham’s previous lover or lovers were.
         Maybe she spurned a lover or two and
         perhaps a revengeful death was the
         order of the day. Cole and West, you’ll
         notify Fire Chief Roy Belmont; he and
         his men can work with us on solving the
         bombing of Edith Crane Village.
         Obviously, the murders and the bombing
         are related. By the way, check out
         those ex-husbands, Chip Watts and Bill
         Shane.
EXT. BRISTOL BROTHERS MOVIE STUDIO – PARKING LOT – DAY
Detectives Casey and Bradshaw stand at the entrance of the
parking lot interviewing attendant, CLAUDE NELSON, a street
savvy black male, 30.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         We’re investigating a double homicide
         and I believe you can help us. Claude,
         how long have you worked here as a
         parking lot attendant?
                   CLAUDE
         Seven years.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Then you know practically everybody
         employed here, don’t you?
                   CLAUDE
         (Confidently)
         Certainly, I know everybody, barring
         none.
                  DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Well, that’s excellent, Claude. You
         see, we’re interested in actress, Grace
         Graham. Do you know her?
Claude’s face lights up; he reaches over on top of a car,
grabs a bottle of soda and gulps it down


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                   CLAUDE
         (Confidently)
         Certainly I know her; and to the
         surprise of most movie goers, they
         would be surprised to learn that she’s
         a no-nonsense lesbian.
The detectives’ eyes light-up.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         That’s good. Claude, you’re doing
         great. Prior to Amy Ross and Molly
         Bellamy, do you happen to know who
         Grace Graham’s female lover was?
                   CLAUDE
         Did you say lover? No, you’re badly
         mistaken, sir, you meant to say her
         lovers. You see, Grace Graham is a
         legend and she’s known for always
         wooing two gals, simultaneously.
                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Well then, Claude, can you give us the
         names of Grace’s prior lovers?
                   CLAUDE
         Oh, sure, that’ll be MAMIE DELL
         PICKENS, 30, and RUTH BEBE CRAMER, 28.
         And yeah, Mamie and Ruth exploded with
         anger when Grace dropped them for Amy
         and Molly.
                  DETECTIVE CASEY
         Where’s there car? It’s an SUV, right?
                  CLAUDE
         It’s not here at the moment, but it
         will be here next week, because that’s
         when the ladies are scheduled to begin
         shooting a movie.
Detective Casey pats Claude on the back.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Thanks Claude, you’ve been most helpful
         and you’re an outstanding citizen. And
         in the future, if we can be of any
         assistance to you, please stop by the
         precinct.


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       EXT. DETECTIVES’ SQUAD CAR – DAY
       INT. DETECTIVE BRADSHAW DRIVES SQUAD CAR – DAY
Detective Bradshaw drives along the streets while talking with
Detective Casey. They scan the area looking for the suspects’ black
SUV.
                           DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
                 Casey, let’s drive by the suspects’
                 residence and speak to their neighbors.
                            DETECTIVE CASEY
                 That’s a great idea. Let’s go.
       EXT.A LARGE PRIVATE HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET FROM A PARKING
       LOT – MORNING
       Detectives Bradshaw and Casey step up on the porch.
       Detective Bradshaw knocks on the door of the suspects’ next
       door neighbor. An elderly, heavyset lady answers the door;
       she limps with a cane.
                           HEAVYSET LADY
                 Yes, what do you boys want? I hope
                 you’re not selling anything.
       Both detectives smile.
                           DETECTIVE CASEY
                 No, we’re not salesmen. We’re
                 detectives.
       The woman limps over to the edge of the porch and unleashes
       tobacco spit. She turns around limps back and looks the
       detectives in their eyes.
                           HEAVYSET LADY
                 Now, boys, this old bag isn’t crazy,
                 no, not yet. Detectives, you did say
                 you’re detectives? If you’re
                 detectives, they gave you sleuths I.D.,
                 didn’t they?
                           DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
                 Yes, you’re so right.
       Both detectives hurriedly reach into their jacket pockets;
       pluck out their badges with I.D., as the old lady closely
       inspects them both.




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                   HEAVYSEY LADY
         Detectives, I’m thoroughly satisfied.
         Now, what do you want?
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         (Smiling)
         Well, Ms., we’re interested in two of
         your next door, Mamie Dell Pickens and
         Ruth Bebe Cramer.
                  HEAVYSET LADY
         (Frowning)
         Oh, those two nasty turncoats? By the
         way, my name is MISSY, MISSY JANE
         CALLOWAY.
The Detectives offer pleasing smiles.
                    DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Missy, oh such a beautiful name. Missy,
         why do you refer to the ladies as
         turncoats?
Using her cane, Missy points to the house next door. She
now becomes sassy; leans her cane against the wall and
places her hands on her hips.
                    MISSY JANE CALLOWAY
         Let me tell you; first of all, I knew
         those two snot-noses when they were
         knee-high to a grasshopper! But now
         that they’re mere character actresses,
         they think they’re too famous to speak
         to little old me or the rest of their
         neighbors!
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Do you know of a Ms. Grace Graham?
Missy grabs her can limps over to the edge of the porch and
again spits tobacco juice over the railing.
                   MISSY JANE
         (Sarcastically)
         Do I know her? Before Grace dropped
         those sluts next door for Amy and
         Molly, she practically lived next door.
         Grace is just as weird as the little
         sluts next door, if you know what I
         mean.


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                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Missy, what type of car do the ladies
         drive?
Missy points to the parking lot across the street.
                   MISSY JANE
         They drive a black, late-model SUV;
         there it is, parked across the street
         in the parking lot.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Missy, have you noticed anything
         strange or peculiar about Mamie, Ruth
         or their car?
Missy limps over to the edge of the porch and spits tobacco
juice. She limps back to the detectives, remembers
something and raises her finger.
                   MISSY JANE
         Oh, yes. Yesterday afternoon, I saw
         something peculiar in the parking lot.
         Those two hussies never wear their
         movie costumes in public, but
         yesterday, as they exit the SUV, they
         both wore black men’s suits and black
         hats. I thought that was rather
         peculiar. Okay, boys, I must go now,
         I’m expecting my lover in a few minutes
         and she’ll be quite angry to find you
         handsome studs eyeing me.
The detectives’ eyes meet; they’re shocked at Missy’s
remark.
                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         Missy, you said, she’ll be quiet angry,
         but you meant to say, he’ll be quiet
         angry, am I correct?
                    MISSY JANE
         (Stern)
         No, you’re wrong! Detective Bradshaw,
         you’ve interviewed me for a few minutes
         and if you noticed, I didn’t stutter or
         stumble. Thus, sir, I always say what I
         mean and mean what I say and
         detectives, my lover Linda Bates, will
         arrive shortly. Good day gentlemen.


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Missy limps slowly toward the door, turns and winks at the
detectives and enters the house. Detectives Casey and
Bradshaw wave to Missy as they walk off the porch shaking
their heads and laughing.
EXT. CHIP WATTS’ RESIDENCE – PORCH – AFTERNOON
Detective West and Cole Chip walk up upon the porch of Chip
Watt’s home. Watts and Bill Shane sit on the porch playing
cards with two, young, lovely blondes. Detectives West and
Cole display their badges and I.D. to the group.
                    DETECTIVE WEST
         Good afternoon folks, I’m Detective
         West.
         (Points to his partner)
         And this is my partner, Detective Cole.
         Mr. Shane and Mr. Watts, we would like
         to ask you and Mr. Shane a few
         questions.
Watts and Shane refuse to look up or stop playing cards.
                   CHIP WATTS
         (Stoic)
         Go ahead, we’re listening.
                   DETECTIVE COLE
         Mr. Watts, where were you yesterday
         afternoon, around two o’clock?
Chip continues playing cards.
                   CHIP
         (Smirk)
         I was inside with my girl, TESSIE; she
         sits right across from me.
                   DETECTIVE COLE
         Tessie, can you vouch for Mr. Watts
         being with you yesterday afternoon?
Tessie continues playing cards.
                   TESSIE
         (Smiles)
         Certainly I can; I had him in bed
         between the sheets for hours; that’s
         why he’s so weak now.




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Tessie and her crew all laugh loudly. The detectives look
at them with disgust.
                   DETECTIVE WEST
         Mr. Shane, where were you yesterday
         afternoon, around two o’clock?
Bill Shane continues playing cards.
                    BILL SHANE
         (Smirk)
         Oh, that’s easy; I was in the very next
         bed, with my darling, BELINDA; she sits
         across from me.
                   DETECTIVE WEST
         Belinda, Yeah, I know, you can vouch
         for Bill being with you yesterday
         afternoon, right?
Belinda continues playing cards.
                    BELINDA
         That’s right, copper, and if you hang
         around for a moment, we’ll dismiss
         ourselves, enter the house and
         duplicate our sexual marathon of
         yesterday.
Chip and Bill finally look up at the detectives with evil,
menacing scowls.
                    CHIP
         Coppers, we don’t know what you’re
         digging for, but whatever it is, you
         won’t find it here! So, no more
         questions!
                   BILL
         (Angry)
         That’s right; get the hell away from
         us! We’re familiar with our rights;
         and by the way, next time you decide to
         cruise by, fetch yourselves a warrant!
EXT. PARKING LOT ACROSS FROM MISSY’S RESIDENCE – AFTERNOON
Detectives Bradshaw and Casey inspect the black SUV.
Detective Casey walks around to the rear of the SUV and
discovers two black men’s hat lying on the backseat. He
calls Detective Bradshaw.


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                  DETECTIVE CASEY
         (Excited, smiling)
         Hey, partner, you better take a look at
         this.
Detective Bradshaw rushes to the rear. Detective Casey
points to the black hats on the backseat.
                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         (Excited, smiling)
         Yep, that’s it! Partner, I think we
         have enough data to substantiate
         probable cause for a search warrant.
EXT. LONG BRANCH CEMETERY – DAY
In a double burial ceremony, Amy’s and Molly’s caskets sit
side by side over their graves. Their weeping families sit
up front. Grace, Cathy Wright, Gwen Ames, and a group of
other actors and friends stand behind the families. Ex-
husbands Chip Watts and Bill Shane are absent. Two priests
sprinkle flowers on the caskets. As attendants lower both
caskets the families and friends begin to walk away.
INT. LOS ANGELES POLICE PRECINCT – DAY
Chief Simmons sits at his desk consolidating a murder and
bombing investigation with Detectives and Fire Marshals
from the Fire Department.
                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Okay, folks, based upon all of the
         creditable witnesses and evidence
         uncovered by Detectives Bradshaw and
         Casey, we’ve concluded the persons who
         bombed Edith Crane Village are the same
         sadistic goons who murdered Amy Ross
         and Molly Bellamy. They’re actresses,
         Mamie Dell Pickens and Ruth Bebe
         Cramer. Since the arson and homicide
         were probably committed by these
         creeps, it was most fitting to form an
         inter-department task force. Now,
         Detective Bradshaw, Fire Marshal Ed
         Monroe and Detective PEG WATERS will
         team up. Detective Casey, Fire Marshal
         Payne and Detective TRUDY LAKE will be
         partners. Lastly, Detectives West and
         Cole will assist the two groups.



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                 CHIEF SIMMONS (cont’d)
         Casey, your team will present your case
         to the court and procure a search
         warrant for the suspects’ vehicle and
         their residence.
INT. GRACE GRAHAM’S RESIDENCE – NIGHT
Grace stands in the middle of the parlor addressing a group
of mourners, all actresses, who sit about the parlor,
kitchen and bedroom.
                   GRACE
         I sincerely thank all of you for coming
         and lending your love and support. Yes,
         today at Long Branch Cemetery, I said
         farewell to my two loves, Amy and
         Molly. You know, shortly after their
         untimely demise, I seemed angry with
         the whole world. After a tour of
         intense soul searching, I found myself
         totally devoid of any anger. Now I am
         at peace with myself and the world. My
         internal peace has surface because I
         decided to unload all of my prior woes
         into the omnipotent hands of the Grand
         Geometrician of the universe. I have
         faith in him and already my savior has
         consoled my burdensome heart.
         (Smiling)
         If I may, I want to enlighten you on a
         subject of interest to many of you.
         Repairs on Edith Crane Village are
         nearly completed. Our projection date
         for the grand opening is sometime
         within the next three weeks. You will
         be promptly notified. Again, I thank
         you for your love and support.
INT. LOS ANGELES SUPERIOR COURT – NIGHT
In his chamber, Judge BRANDON CLAY, 65, sits at his desk
puffing on a cigar and perusing an application for a search
warrant. D.A. FRED CLIFF, 45, sits across from him.
Finally, Judge Clay rises from his desk, walks slowly
around his desk, takes a second look at the warrant and
finally presents it to D.A. Cliff.




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                   JUDGE BRANDON CLAY
         Mr. D. A., the officers have presented
         sufficient information to substantiate
         probable cause in executing a search
         warrant. They may search the vehicle
         and the residence of the parties herein
         inscribed in the application. Finally,
         they may seize all evidence which tend
         to link the subjects to the crimes of
         arson and homicide, so cited.
                    D.A. FRED CLIFF
         Thanks, your honor, I will present the
         warrant to the detectives right away.
EXT. RESIDENTIAL PARKING LOT – NIGHT
A detective vehicle pulls up next to the suspects’ black
SUV, bearing California plates: DWR 1941. Fire Marshall
Monroe, Detectives Bradshaw, and Waters exit their car with
large spotlights. Fire Marshal Monroe uses a special device
and opens the front door, driver’s side. Detective Bradshaw
shines his light into the backseat and discovers two black
men’s hats. Marshal Monroe walks to the rear of the vehicle
forces open the trunk with a crowbar, shines the light into
the trunk and discovers two 9.mm guns. He calls to his
partners.
                   FIRE MARSHAL MONROE
         (Excited)
         Waters and Bradshaw come here; I think
         we hit pay dirt!
They all stare into the trunk marveling over their find;
all give a sigh of relief.
                   DETECTIVE PEG WATERS
         Oh yeah, these gals are notorious; we
         have to take them off the street before
         someone else is killed.
                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         You’re right Waters, you know, we have
         several plainclothes units guarding
         Grace Graham’s resident.
Detective Bradshaw walks in front of the SUV and flashes
his spotlight three times. A tow truck drives up; the
operator hooks up the SUV and drives it away to the police
pound.


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EXT. SUSPECTS’ RESIDENT – PRIVATE HOUSE – NIGHT
The house is pitch-black dark. Detective Casey, Fire
Marshal Payne and Detective Lake walk lightly upon the
suspects’ porch. Detective Casey bangs hard on the door and
rings the bell several times. After getting no response,
Fire Marshal Payne breaks the glass near the door, twisting
the knob from the inside. With guns drawn, the officers
carefully enter the house with flashlights.
INT. INSIDE THE SUSPECTS’ RESIDENT
The officers methodically   search the kitchen, parlor,
bathroom and two bedrooms   and discover the house is bare of
furniture. Detective Lake   looks into a closet off the
bedroom and discovers two   boxes containing dynamite; she
calls her partners.
                   DETECTIVE TRUDY LAKE
         Look, fellows, here are two boxes of
         dynamite.
Fire Marshal Payne and Detective Casey rush over.
                   FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         (Frantic)
         This is some dangerous stuff! Don’t
         touch it! Yes, the suspects seem to
         have taken off in a hurry and they even
         left their car, but removed the plates!
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         Yeah, that’s because they know the SUV
         is hot; but I’m betting they’re driving
         some other jalopy.

                  FIRE MARSHAL PAYNE
         So we had better get the hell out of
         here and call the bomb squad!
The officers dash outside and wait for the bomb squad.
Later, we see members of the bomb squad and other police
officers escorting the residents from their homes for their
safety.
INT. LOS ANGELES SUPERIOR COURT – DAY
In his chamber, Judge Brandon Clay sits at his desk
perusing an application for an arrest warrant. The Judge
rises and presents the arrest warrant to the D.A. Cliff.


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                   JUDGE CLAY
         Mr. D.A., the application for an arrest
         warrant meets all of the criteria to
         execute an arrest warrant.
                    D. A. CLIFF
         Thanks your honor.
EXT. SQUAD CAR - DAY
INT. DETECTIVES PATROL IN SQUAD CAR - DAY
Armed with an arrest warrant, Detectives Bradshaw and
Waters along with Fire Marshal Monroe scout the streets
seeking murder suspects. We see units listening to an alarm
from a police dispatcher.
EXT. SQUAD CAR – DAY
INT. DETECTIVES PATROL IN SQUAD IN SQUAD CAR – DAY
Detectives Casey and Lake along with Fire Marshall Payne
patrol the streets seeking murder suspects. We see units
listening to an alarm from a police dispatcher.
EXT. SQUAD CAR – DAY
INT. DETECTIVES PATROL IN SQUAD CAR – DAY
Detectives West and Cole patrol the streets seeking murder
suspects. We see the units listening to an alarm from a
police dispatcher
INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS – DAY
We see and hear a female police dispatcher sitting at her
console dispatching an alarm to detectives; All detective
units, be advised, two female suspects wanted for murder
and arson were seen near Lewis and Barkley, driving a white
Honda, tinted windows, California plates, DWR 1941; proceed
with caution.
EXT. SQUAD CAR – DAY
INT. DETECTIVE PATROL IN SQUAD CAR - DAY
We see Detective Casey and his partners listening to the
police alarm. Detective Casey looks straight ahead and
spots the suspect’s white, tinted windows Honda.




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                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         (Excited)
         Damn it, there are those bastards! Hold
         on gang; I’m going to follow them for a
         moment! Lake, call the dispatcher!
Detective Lakes calls the dispatcher via police radio.
                   DETECTIVE LAKE
         Central, this is Detective Squad
         Charlie, at Lewis and Barkley! We’re
         trailing the two female murder
         suspects! They’re driving a white, 2005
         Honda Civic, tinted windows, California
         plates; DWR 1941!
INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS – DAY
We see a female dispatcher her console; she confirms the
sighting of murder suspects. All units, be advised
Detective Squad Charlie has spotted two female murder
suspects in the vicinity of Lewis and Barkley. Suspects are
driving a white, 2005 Honda Civic, tinted windows,
California plates; DWR 1941. Proceed with caution.
EXT. SQUAD CAR- MORNING
Detective Casey and his partners trail the murder suspects’
vehicle.
EXT. SUSPECTS’ CAR – WHITE HONDA – DAY
We see the suspects’ Honda suddenly speeds up.
                   DETECTIVE CASEY
         (Angry, yells)
         Okay guys, they’ve spotted us! Hold on!
         I’m going to try and pull these
         bastards over!
Detective Casey turns on the flashing lights and blows the
siren. The Honda speeds up and makes a right turn onto a
one way street, with a dead end. Detective Casey chases the
Honda and he’s joined by Detective Bradshaw’s squad car and
later by Detectives Cole and West’s squad car. At the end
of the street at a brick wall, the Honda screeches to a
halt. Three Squad cars block the Honda in. All of the
officers and Fire Marshals pull out their guns and
cautiously take cover behind their vehicles. Crouching down
behind a vehicle, a frantic Detective Bradshaw yells to the
suspects.


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                   DETECTIVE BRADSHAW
         (Ferocious)
         Goddamn it, Mamie and Ruth, give it up!
         You aren’t going anywhere!
A long silence ensues. We hear the shrill sirens of
approaching police vehicles. Suddenly, both front doors of
the Honda fly open, two black female occupants leap out
with blazing guns in their hands. The detectives and Fire
Marshals return fire and both females fall to the ground,
bleeding profusely. The detectives and Fire Marshals
cautiously approach the wounded suspects and kick the guns
from the wounded suspects’ hands. Detective West calls
dispatcher via police radio. We hear the wailing sirens of
police vehicles and ambulances racing to the crime scene as
curious onlookers look on.
                  DETECTIVE WEST
         (Frantic)
         Central, we’ve got two females down and
         bleeding; dispatch an ambulance!
Detectives Lake and Waters search the suspects and handcuff
both to stretchers as ambulance attendants load them into
the ambulance. Chief Simmons and Fire Chief Belmont exit
their car, look at the suspects and approach the Detectives
and Fire Marshals.
                    CHIEF SIMMONS
         (Smiling)
         Good work officers; this is a
         conclusion meticulously executed
         according to the dictates of the police
         manual.
         (Looks at Detective Casey and Bradshaw)
         But Detectives Casey and Bradshaw, I
         didn’t know the suspects were black.
         Well, the next time, at least indicate
         on your report the color of the suspect
         or suspects; this critical distinction
         can save the lives of cops and the
         citizenry.
Fire Chief Belmont pats Chief Simmons on the back.
                   FIRE CHIEF ROY BELMONT
         (To Chief Simmons)
         Well, anyway Chief Simmons, we got the
         creeps.


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                   CHIEF SIMMONS
         Yes, Chief Belmont and we removed two
         more guns from the street and last but
         not least, we’ve solved the bombing of
         Edith Crane Village and the Milan
         Steakhouse murders.
We see the ambulance speeding to the hospital and moments
later, we see detectives inspecting the suspects’ white
Honda.
                    TWO DAY LATER
INT. LAT TV NEWS STUDIO – MORNING
LAT TV News Correspondent Jane Ross sits at her news desk
before TV cameras presenting the news; she awaits her cue
from her director. Moments later, the director lowers his
right hand.
                   JANE ROSS
         Good morning, I’m LAT TV News
         Correspondent Jane Ross bringing you an
         update of the morning news. Two
         renowned actresses were once rated
         among the top actresses in the
         business. They worked together,
         romanced together and finally in the
         rugged street of mayhem, the converted,
         female thugs, Mamie Dell Pickens and
         Ruth Bebe Cramer died together, being
         mowed down after engaging detectives
         and Fire Marshals in a fierce gun
         battle. The suspects were being sought
         in the bombing of Edith Crane Village
         and the murder of their sister
         actresses, Amy Ross and Molly Bellamy
         at Milan Steakhouse. This is Jane Ross
         reporting.
                   THREE WEEKS LATER
INT. EDITH CRANE VILLAGE – AUDITORIUM – MORNING
Before a large audience comprised of Hollywood actresses
and a few male movie producers and directors, President of
Edith Crane Village, Grace Graham concludes her grand
opening remarks.




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                      GRACE GRAHAM
         (Smiling graciously)
         I’m told many of you are moving into
         your residence this afternoon. I want
         to thank all of you for coming and now
         that this matriarchal compound has been
         opened to be exclusively utilized by
         you glamorous actresses, please
         remember what that legendary actress,
         Edith Crane, so timely and wisely
         advocated. Edith strongly proposed we
         actresses forsake the distrust and
         violence of egotistical Hollywood
         actors and instead, enter a genesis, a
         romantic renaissance, with the likes of
         reputable blue-collar men. And god
         knows, judging by our lengthy, gloomy
         track record of being assaulted and
         murdered, we can’t fare any worse with
         highly regarded blue-collar men. So,
         don’t forget, in three weeks, we will
         stage our first Edith Crane Dance.
         I want to acknowledge Producers: Paul
         Lamb, Carl Abrams, and John Clark
         they’re true friends of this compound.
         Finally, ladies, no Hollywood or other
         male actors will be allowed on the
         premises. We have competent security
         enforcement, so please assist us in
         maintaining your unique commune.
         (A big laugh)
         My friends please join me downstairs
         for refreshment.
As the actresses scatter about, we hear loud laughter and
see many waggling, gossipy tongues.
INT. LOS ANGELES – SPORTS HEATH SPA – DAY
In the stylish lounge area, an array of men sit at computer
consoles sending their credentials, photos and character
references to Actresses at Edith Crane Village. A
sanitation worker, CURT MEANY, 30, sits in the lounge
chatting with building contractor, Mel Forbes, 35.
                    SANITATION WORKER (CURT MEANY)
         Hey Mel, did you send your credentials
         via computer to the actresses at Edith
         Crane Village?


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                     BUILDING CONTRACTOR (MEL FORBES)
         (Shy laugh)
         Yes, I did, Curt, but I feel slightly
         pessimistic.
Curt drinks from a bottle of water.
                   CURT
         Why do you feel that way, Mel?
                    MEL
         Well, glamorous actresses are accustom
         to handsome faces, posh apartments and
         mansions on various continents, myriads
         of vacations abroad and they’re always
         accessible to millionaires and
         billionaires. Besides, many actresses
         are quite affluent in their own rights.
         So, why romance a mere peasant like me?
Curt laughs aloud and places his hand on Mel’s shoulder.
                    CURT
         Mel, wake up out of your nightmare. For
         the most part you’re correct, but
         Actresses are human being. Many of them
         came from humble beginnings and they
         vividly remember that men like you and
         I, really possess that certain earthly,
         lovable passion that is apparently
         lacking among the usual Tinseltown
         hunks. Now Mel, we both are going to
         spruce up. We will go to Brooks
         Brothers, purchase some stylish
         clothing, get togged, step into that
         dance with our chins up and float among
         those glamorous actress and we’ll let
         mother-nature do the rest.
Mel gives a big confidence smile and stands up; Curt rise
up, shakes Mel’s hand and both gents exit the lounge
laughing aloud.
INT. EDITH CRANE VILLAGE – HEALTH SPA – DAY
In the posh lounge area, an array of actresses sit at
computer consoles reading character references, credentials
and viewing photos of their potential dates for Edith Crane
Village first dance. Bevy Hack and KITTY TAYLOR sit on a
sofa chatting about the impending dance.


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                   BEVY HACK
         Kitty, I’m so thrilled about the dance;
         I can’t wait to meet my decent blue-
         collar man. I’m really bored to death
         with these so-called Hollywood studs.
         If you ask me, they’re nothing less
         than Hollywood Chameleons. I’ve been
         tricked, assaulted, impregnated, given
         a venereal disease, left at the altar
         and nearly killed. And Kitty, I’ve
         conversed with many well-seasoned
         actresses and most of them cited
         similar experiences as I. So, I’m
         seeking a new birth with a blue-collar
         man.
         (Smile)
         Kitty, I checked the computer and for
         the dance I’ve chosen, Curt Meany.
Kitty congratulates Bevy and shakes her hand.
                   KITTY TAYLOR
         Oh, how wonderful Bevy, I’m elated for
         you. You know, I thought I was alone in
         being abused by Hollywood actors. Bevy,
         I’ve won two academy awards for best
         actress, I’ve amassed ten million
         dollars; I select only those scripts
         which appease my soul; I attend church
         each Sunday, but still, my love life
         has descended somewhere beneath the
         darkest dungeon. And Bevy, you spoke of
         Chameleons, well, my last companion was
         a he-man in the public eye on the
         screen, but under the cloak of
         darkness, he morphs into one of the
         loveliest queer in Tinseltown. I’ve had
         it with actors. So, on the computer, I
         checked all of the blue-collar eligible
         men and I selected a decent looking
         gentleman; his name is Mel, Mel Forbes.
Both actresses embrace and laugh aloud.
                   BEVY
         Kitty, I’m happy for you and I wish you
         every success with Mel.
Both actresses stand up and depart, separate directions.


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                   THREE WEEKS LATER
INT. EDITH CRANE VILLAGE – BALLROOM – NIGHT
The posh ballroom is beautifully decorated with black and
gold ribbons hanging high above the tables; black and gold
table cloths drape each table which is mounted by buckets
of champagne and assorted flowers; Victorian-like
chandeliers hang elegantly from the ceiling. All of the
male guests are attired in black tuxedos and the actresses
are wearing long-colorful gowns.
Up front near the band, a long, beautifully decorated,
white VIP table stretches across the width of the ballroom.
Along both walls, long tables are splendidly adorned with
hefty variety of French cuisine. A platoon of waiters
wanders about serving the guests. Many glowing actresses
and their blue-collar dates dance slowly to soft music
supplied by a jazz band.
Suddenly the band ceases to play and renders a long drum
roll for a special event.
We hear a loud ruckus at the door as Grace Graham walks in,
draped on the arm of Chief of Detective Mike Simmons. Grace
Smile and waves heartily to the surprised crowd, as Chief
Simmons escort her to the VIP table, where they sit and
join Grace’s guests. Mike leans over and whispers into
Grace’s ear.
                    MIKE SIMMONS
         (Smiling)
         Ms. Graham may I have the pleasure of
         enjoying a dance with you? I promise
         not to dance too fancy.
Grace kisses Mike’s lips.
                   GRACE
         (Smiling gracefully)
         Yes, Mike and you can dance fancy if
         you wish.
Mike helps Grace up from her seat. They proceed to the
dance area where they dance alone to slow music, as the
guests ogle them and applaud. Afterward, Mike escorts Grace
back to her seat. Now, all of the guests proceed to the
dance area and dance to a faster beat.




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The guests dine and chat as the band plays a plethora of
romantic music. As the evening comes to an end, Grace
leaves the table, walks to the center of the floor before a
bevy of microphones and addresses her guests.
                   GRACE
         (Radiant smile)
         Hello again, my sister actresses and
         all of your blue-collar guests. You
         know, I was just thinking of the late
         actress, Edith Crane and how she
         steered us in this direction, that is,
         to submit ourselves to the seductive
         lure of the blue-collar man, rather
         than a battalion of violent egotistical
         actors. And as I scan your delighted
         faces, I’ll say that damned Edith Crane
         was right. Now, if you concur with my
         analysis, please rise and give the late
         Edith Crane a thunderous ovation.
The actresses and their guests rise and render a thunderous
ovation. Grace waves her hands and the audience sits down.
                   GRACE (CONT.)
         I knew you would agree. Now, I know
         you’re all surprised to see me with a
         man, but I just want to say tonight,
         you’re observing the rebirth of Grace
         Graham.
         (She gives a loud laugh)
         Well, let me introduce my blue-collar
         man. Stand up, honey.
         (Her honey stands up and smiles) Ladies
         and gentlemen, meet my love, Mike
         Simmons.
All of the actresses and their guests wave to Mike.
                   GRACE (CONT.)
         Now I want to emphasize our theme
         tonight, which is, “The Blue-Collar
         Man”. So, when I call the name of an
         actress, I want the actress and her
         blue-collar guest to stand and the
         guest will inform us of his profession.
         We will save our applause until the
         end. First I call upon Kitty Taylor and
         Mel Forbes.


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Kitty and Mel stand.
                   MEL FORBES
         (Smiling)
         My name is Mel Forbes and I’m a
         building contractor.
They remain standing.
                   GRACE
         Next are Nancy Leland and Roy Belmont.
Nancy and Roy stand.
                   ROY BELMONT
         (Smiling)
         My name is Roy Belmont; I’m Chief of
         the Fire Department and I assisted
         Chief Simmons in solving the bombing of
         this very facility.
They remain standing.
                   GRACE
         I see Gloria Gates and Brian West.
Gloria and Brian stand.
                    BRIAN WEST
         (Smiling)
         My name is Brian West and I’m a
         Detective.
They remain standing.
                   GRACE
         Next are Bevy Hack and Curt Meany.
Bevy and Curt stand.
                       CURT MEANY
         (Smiling)
         My name is Curt Meany and I’m a
         sanitation worker.
They remain standing.
                   GRACE
         Okay, next we have Cathy Wright and
         Claude Nelson.
Cathy and Claude stand.



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                           CLAUDE NELSON
                 (Smiling)
                 My name is Claude Nelson and I’m a
                 parking lot attendant.
       They remain standing.
                           GRACE
                 I call upon Gwen Ames and Travis
                 O’Hara.
       Gwen and Travis stand.
                           TRAVIS O’HARA
                 (Smiling)
                 My name is Travis O’Hara and I’m a
                 swimming instructor.
       They remain standing.
                           GRACE
                  (Joyfully)
                  Okay my sister actresses and your
                  honored guests, let’s give ourselves a
                  rowdy ovation.
The crowd applauds loudly.

                           GRACE (cont.)
                 Ladies, I think you must all now
                 realize you can have triumphant lives
                 and it doesn’t necessarily mean that
                 we’re compelled to date or marry a
                 twenty-million dollar violent
                 misogynist, just because he appears to
                 be a cute stud and is employed by
                 Bristol brothers Movie Studio. Yes, I
                 must emphasize there’re many actresses
                 in the audience proudly escorted by cab
                 drivers, construction workers,
                 printers, truck drivers, postal clerks,
                 farmers, handymen and doormen among
                 other professions. And finally, before
                 closing, I’m pleased to announce over
                 five-hundred of you actresses presently
                 reside here at Edith Crane Village.
                 Thank you very much and Maestro, will
                 you strike up the band for our final
                 dance.



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The band plays a slow ballad: “I’m in the mood for love”.
Grace and Mike dance slowly near the center of the
ballroom; then they kiss lovingly and long. They are
quickly joined on the dance floor by their applauding cast
of delightful friends.
                     EDITH CRANE (V.O.)
         Yes, from up here near the golden gates
         of heaven, I bear witness that a new
         day is born in Hollywood. Look at the
         incredible, newly discovered
         contentment radiating from the bodies
         and souls of my fabulous sisters of
         Tinseltown. Thank God they heeded my
         recommendation. And now as I mingle
         aloft among the flawless Angels of
         paradise, from my serene sanctuary, I
         will continue to look down upon my
         sister actresses and inculcate them
         with spiritual guidance. Moreover, my
         God will orchestrate and bestow upon my
         sisters an extraordinary serene
         reality, whereas they’ll swoon
         triumphantly under the modest seduction
         of their blue-collar lovers.
                                              FADE OUT


                       THE END




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